Artist: DJ Khaled f/ Ace Hood, Meek Mill, Plies Album: Kiss the Ring Song: Shout Out to the Real Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ FLash [DJ Khaled] DJ KHALED~! Yeah Meek Milly! We the Best [Meek Mill] Free Boosie, real nigga In the jail standin tall like Shaquille nigga I used to say "I know how you feel, nigga" It's like a full time job not to kill niggaz Half my hood hatin I done came up I don't know if it's the money or the fame stuff Got me walkin through the jungle with my flame tucked Gun around my jewelry since they want to see me chained up Friends turn to foes when you in a row Model bitches turn to hoes cause a nigga froze Got them people takin pictures, let a nigga pose Cause I get paper readin scripts, you ain't gettin shows Poppin bottles it sound like a Mac-10 Extended vision go beep beep when I'm back in I dropped a quarter milli on an Aston And I ain't got an album out I got these niggaz fallin out I'm gone [Chorus 2X: Meek Mill] Shout out to the real niggaz (salute) And shout out to the real bitches (say what?) I'm poppin bottles with my real niggaz It's like a full time job not to kill niggaz [Ace Hood] (ACE HOOD!) Yeah - bought a chopper for my problems that banana type Seen a millie, now it's hard for me to sleep at night I'm the type to flood the Roley like it's New Orleans Bet that all my niggaz ball like I'm Mr. Clean From the bottom to the top I made it out the gutter I'm 17 on every scene I need my bread and butter Used to run the streets, but now I'm runnin every summer Right back on my bullshit like a Chicago lover Feel I'm jumpin up out that Phantom with my cocky ass Know they hatin, I just tell 'em kiss the paper tags Still be with them pretty bitches, save for Stacey Dash Plus my Roley cost me 80, that's gon' make 'em mad Free my niggaz locked, free my niggaz caged Fuck the system, yeah you know we on the same page Niggaz love it when you're drownin in that water dog Hate to see a nigga shinin like some Armor All Loyalty over royalty that's my common law We the Best the logo, and I'm with my fuckin boss He just tell me murder niggaz, you would think it's Holocaust Still the hottest young'n in it, what you niggaz thought? [Chorus] [Plies] (PLIES~!!) They took a half a eel nigga out the bank nigga If you want to whip 'em pussy nigga, blank nigga And I put that red dot right where you thank nigga Hood nigga still wearing Cuban links nigga I'm on the ave nigga riding in a Cutlass You that talkin nigga, you know you a pussy A real nigga, real life, no rap shit And I can promise you this ain't what you want, bitch Got a mill and I'm still up in the hood nigga Cause I was too busy to gutter with the real niggaz When you see me in the field tell me how you feel nigga And we some kin, 'til he tell me if you real nigga And I ain't tellin none of my young niggaz to chill, nigga We all shooters nigga, and all us on pills nigga And got a yacht my nigga the size of Shaquille, nigga And 'fore you try me nigga you better write your will, nigga! [Chorus]