Real-Freddie Gibbs/Madlib

Real (feat. Madlib) - Freddie Gibbs Remember everybody ain't loyal You soft as gelatin, sick of telling them, ni**a show 'em It's coka in the pot, ni**a drop it and let it boil Goofy niggas make me nervous, ain't serve 'em if I ain't know 'em Eastside, sleeping in my d**e house clothes Run down pair of Jordans and some dirty Girbauds Sucker coming with a short, he get extorted, exposed Ni**a stand on my own two balls, my dick and ten toes Straight to the tippy top Hear this ni**a spitting it, whether I got a hit or not I hit it with the whip, they notice it when they hit the rock I'm just a cocaina chemist Cooking, chopping and cutting, you'll die if I push a button Niggas heard of me, now all of a sudden they back to thugging If I never sell a record might catch me hot water juggin' The D.A. want me gone, say I'm detriment to the public Took his daughter, put this dick in her butt And said "how you love it, *****?'' Remember everybody ain't loyal Cause all the real niggas in jail or deep in the soil Dancing with the devil or eating fish with the Lord Gotta spit it how I live it, I beat the street and report, ni**a All the real niggas either in jail or deep in the soil, ni**a The world ain't big enough for both of us Batter up, now you ***** niggas getting *****ed Straight raw with infection, passing no prophylactic Eastside, anybody killa, my niggas active Smoking and breaking a 7 up in a 6-5-0 Babyface Gangsta I been slanging, banging since 9-4 I thought the world was at my feet when I linked up with Snow But I refuse to be his flunkie, so we don't kick it no mo' Straight to the facts, ni**a I looked up to you, put that on my momma Signed a deal with you and never asked you for a dollar Cause I was down with CTE, plus I was getting cheese I played my ***** a** contract, what the lick read? Thought I'd say this sh*t cause you ain't man enough to come discuss it You wanna be Jay-Z? Ni**a you just a *****ing puppet Gary boys ain't 'bout talkin', so ***** I had to show ya Don't make me expose you to those that don't know ya Ran and said he the realest ni**a in it, mother*****er check it But Ross had you scared to drop a diss record No nuts, got the whole team looking weak Guess that's why they ran up on you at the BET L.A. red carpet, yeah, I was geeked Couldn't take security, so we ain't take a seat I played the fool before, but yo a ho I'll never be They searched that tour bus in Milwaukee, had that .44 with me ESGN and to the end, I feed the killers Pray the Lord'll take my breath before I be like this monkey ni**a Just a whole lot of rapping, but no mother*****ing action Seen Gucci by himself while we was 30 deep at Magic And you didn't bust a grape, was shook from the gate It make it seem to me the gangsta sh*t you kick be fake Cause all my enemies, I put them suckers in their place So take them shades up of your eyes, and look me in my *****ing face Cause I'm a mother*****ing rare breed The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again Don't reproduce nothin' but evil seeds I'm rapping and trapping and still ducking these F-E-D's But BMF was sticking you for your *****ing cheese And yeah I know you sold the blow and whipped the hard But underneath the *****ing money you's a *****ing mark Take heed to my statements, because they might throw you Don't make me expose you to those who don't know you ***** Snowman Killa