Artist: Tech N9ne f/ Darrein Safron Album: Strangeulation Vol. II Song: Real With Yourself Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Darrein Safron] Pull up, I be, stuntin, keep it, quiet, not, public Turn your, phone, off, he ain't, callin, I does this Get your, body, drippin, stop, playin I know what to do, ohhhh, yeahhh Baby I don't play no games when I'm in it I go deep, so deep, girl I'm swimmin He don't love you like I do He don't keep it real with you Fuck him! [Chorus: Darrein Safron] Bet you he don't do it like I do Catch him outside ridin I'll shoot, "Pop pop pop!" Girl come back to the crib To the bedroom baby I'll shoot, "Pop pop pop!" Girl you know what's up Keep it real, girl he don't deserve you He not in love with you Girl I'm in love with you [Darrein Safron] Touch all on your body once you get undressed, ooh yeah Let my charm go down until there's nothin left, ooh yeah Come from St. Louis, they know 'bout my city Lick up on that +Candy Shop+ like I'm 50 Look, your girl she want a ride like I'm Jigga She wanna cuff me then cops gonna get me You and me, in a fantasy, off in Venice see, oh so sexually He don't love you like I do [Tech N9ne] Ay ay, listen here lil' nigga I know what you doin with my woman when I ain't with her Keep on wolfin, I'ma hit you with the chrome in ya iron liver Give it a moment you'll be floatin, ya folks'll be cryin rivers Who are ya thinkin put her together? Me No matter who's punchin we will forever, be/B- -L-double-O-D, so roguely, how you dissin, don't know me Hoe chose me, and I think it's funny you think she yo' trophy What's up MO, derrty Fuckin with the real you get hit with the 30-30 Not because you gets the wet, miss the Tech Gotta make you hit the deck, cause of disrespect Now who you gonna run to? When in the pack of a gun dumper Some thunder will be comin when I confront ya Some want ya, cause you flashy they come hunt ya And you don't even know I sent her to you, dumb youngster! [Chorus] [Interlude 4X: Darrein Safron] So chop it, for a, real, one, when you, shoot Keep it real with yourself [Darrein Safron] Baby stop playin Girl you know I do you right Go ahead and dim the lights Paparazzi lights flashin every night Maserati swerve swerve swerve on your curves What's the word word word? If he wants beef let me know how he want it served From St. Louis, we just live like it is a +Purge+ Uh, I ain't scared of nobody, I got them guns in the lobby No one can stop me, hit everybody I promise I'll do it for you, only you Leave his body with holes, with I-V tools It's gettin tight need, lubricant, don't know why I, do this shit Roll down that, window tint and see that, barrel spit I swear I, got it if he want it I'm rushin with pistols bustin I leave his body in public and drop it for gettin nothin (Gah!) You all mine, oh, oh! [Chorus] [Interlude]