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letra de it's real - sambo

it’s real lyrics
sittin back thinking like d-mn why life made me this way
but i be d-mned if i let a n—- take it away
them n—– skipping town we hit they hood for 3 days
catch em hit em up one by one until they see they ain’t safe
spin wit nothing less than k and the clip look like a j
think about what you do or say uon want see me awake
monster inside me, 100 percent i got what i takes
drop a couple lines out the 8th cruisin under 808’s
gorilla glue straight to face, addys balance out the pace
keep a distance from a crowd i ain’t trying to catch a case
cause i know i get down and dirty wit this b—-
n—– quick to get out they top but when it’s smoke i see they jumpin ship
you sendin packs i got the drop so i kno where it ship
gimmie dat flood the city wit the ones i started with
all about the profit and the flips f— the other sh-t
want it back? prices triple up from what u paid for it

never switchin up on my n—–
i know who gon drill
i know who gon k!ll
who headfirst in dat field
who gon wild out wit dat steel….
who gon stand on all 10 to let em kno dat it’s real
never switchin up on my n—–
i know who gon drill
i know who gon k!ll
who headfirst in dat field
who gon wild out wit dat steel….
who gon stand on all 10 to let em kno dat it’s real
lotta n—– ain’t keep it gutta so they fell short
on that fake s— that’s the way you get cha face split
followed my first mind and never took it to the heart
cause if i didn’t it’s curtains dats when them thangs spark
fall off in dat water hope you got a floatee or a ark
if you in the streets roll smart it’ll tear you a apart
in em since the jump i ain’t never need a kickstart
back in the g you had a issue meet up at the park
getcha t–th stomped out n—- it’s over for you then
family always told me if you lose fight til you win
now a days it ain’t the fist, we fightin wit sticks
hit or miss couldn’t slump you there, i’ll see you again
city small you might to war wit a friend of a friend
head f—– up ion know who wit me to the end
never stress about it any and everything hit the fan
skull masks hoppin out a van put you in a can

- sambo

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