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lirik lagu master p - the real

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i don’t know what’s wrong wit these f-ckaz, alwayz winin alwayz cryin he ain’t
doin this fo me she ain’t doin dat. motha f-cka get wit me i try to teach a
motha f-cka somthin and then they just jump in here talk about goin awol who
the f-ck goin awol man i let these motha f-ckaz in here, then they go to the
f-ckin white man and sell they f-kin sole for a couple o b-tchez and a blunt
man. how we supposed to respect that whoadie, if any f-ckin producers runnin
they mouth man i’ll pay fo the equip met a motha f-cka couldn’t even make beef
fo a hundred and two dollaz man. show a n-gg- how ta deal some papa, and dats
what i get in return man. how u talkin bout u ain’t wit no limit no more? y
don’t u bring bak the tank then whoadie? you ain’t gawta bring it bak to me man
i kno u scared, mail it to me. what r ya keepin it fo protection? what are ya
gonna do wit the tatoos punta? cover it up wit a suit? that’s somthin that some
b-tchez would do. oh yeah, when i met ya ya’ll had nothin, now ya gone and ya
got nothin again punta. ain’t no real n-gg-z gone f-ck wit ya. sell all the
stories ya want to the inquirer i don’t give a f-ck. i don’t have no image to
hold, you do, i’m from the streets, where you from? wha u gone call the police
and press charges every time ya get ya -ss whooped? what kinda gangsta are u
punta?


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