Artist: Soulja Slim f/ Lil' Real One Album: Years Later... A Few Months After Song: If It Ain't Real Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Real nigga, huh real nigga status (you know) Gone off that mo'fucking midnight Ya understand what I'm saying, midnight You feel me, (dro that is) [Hook - 2x] If it ain't real, it ain't me If I ain't toting that steel, I might get killed on my streets If you from the N.O., you know what I'm talking bout Send me to jail, I post bail I'ma make it out [Soulja Slim] Nigga what you looking at, I know you ain't booting up All of us got knives, most of us tooled up Blues what huh, nigga blues who I'm gone off some dro, in the red white and blue Ooh and it's my duty, to serve you quickly When I come, my drum gone be holding fifty I'ma leave some'ing numb, from fucking with me I been overdue, for these cowards to get me I'm the nigga nigga, uh they love to hate But they scared to run down me, I keep some'ing on my waist You's a bitch ass nigga, stay out my face I can't lace that up for you, no other kinda way When you fucking with me, you fucking with the real Deal, fake niggaz get fucked in the field I stay up in the field, I never got fucked so I'm real You's a bitch boy, you hide behind the shield [Hook - 2x] [Lil' Real One] You on my motherfucking territory, foul now But I bet a bitch gone bow down Stay out of my way, cause I'm holding my K And bitch, I'm bout to wild out I hold it down, for that down south I'm standing blasting my canon, my attitude is damn in the air But I got me any adversary, hail mary ya'll scary Bone buried, my fucking eyes blury I mean heavily twisted, I been on lean I'ma perculate and I'ma lean, nigga feeling the breeze I do thangs like a gangsta, hellions hide in the mangers Swallow my glock top as I pop shots, feel these hot potat'as This for now not later, I got's to escalate you man I take the shit out of your crib, like I'm your decorator Won't you put your kid, in the refrigerator I bought a glock for all you nigga hater, popped a lot of shots at a demonstrator I'm bout to pentrate ya, I been a gangsta But my clip right in my hand, fucking my trigger finger [Hook - 2x] [Soulja Slim] It's getting crucial now, three murders every day Shit will never stop, in the N-O-L-A New Orleans Louisiana, can I ride with my heat I'ma ride with my heat, four time felony Everybody telling me, stay out the penetentiary But I'd rather go back, than get my head on a flat Them Magnolia niggaz, them Melpomene niggaz Them Calliope niggaz, ain't nothing to play with If they got beef, then they letting the K spit Trying to make a nigga disappear, like matrix I wear my Reebok's, with the loose shoe laces And stomp in em like a big dog, in different places Never went out of state, and caught no cases Don't think that I won't, homeboy I'll waste ya Somebody call the ambulance That boy blood flood the street like a avalanche, dead on arrival [Hook - 2x]