Yo we the real deal when we spit man, no bullsh*** thats all I gotta say. I'm on hooks, 2nd and 3rd verse. J-CraZ on intro and 1st verse, check him out at www.soundclick.com/jcraz. Beat produced by Dubs Attic.
true lyrics, common knowledge, everday life
Story behind the song
I'm on hooks, 2nd and 3rd verse. J-CraZ on intro and 1st verse, check him out at www.soundclick.com/jcraz.
Lyrics
I'm the real deal man, I spit what I see
I'm the real deal man, it's coming from me
All these rhymes, all these lines man its what I believe
But ya'll bullshit doesn't make no sense to me
Yo you tryin to fight me, man u better think twice
Cuz I'll leave your body cold like a hockey rink's ice
I ain't playing no games, when I talk to these lames
Oh you talking shit yeh you better not say my name
Say my name like candyman, I'll show you what I am
I aint no punk, no liar, gotta understand
I don't really like to fight, don't push me to my limits
Cuz I swear to god yo, I ain't no fuckin gimmick
This is how I live it, I ain't trying to be an actor
Like all these half ass wanksta wanna be rappers
Talkin this, talking that on they wack tracks
But for real they ain't never seen a gat clap
haha yeh so now who's gettin laughed at (huh)
Ya'll bitches liking Em, so go ahead and smack that
Closet motherfuckers, take it in the ass crack
Leave your back soar, like a heavy back pack yeh
I'm the real deal man, I spit what I see
I'm the real deal man, it's coming from me
All these rhymes, all these lines man its what I believe
But ya'll bullshit doesn't make no sense to me
Most of ya'll fucks can't write your own rhymes
Can't spit whats on your mind, yo you wasting my time
with your weak ass lyrics, I ain't pressing rewind
I thought yous a gangsta and you stay on the grind
but yous a wanksta, man you can't make up your mind
Your verse was too shot so you had to add a few lines
Talking about spraying nines, talking about baggin dimes
Thats a buncha bull shit, cuz they only bragging lines
Cuz you ain't no emcee, you's a fuckin wannabe
Talking like you always spit your clip till its empty
But the only thing you spit is flem g (yeh)
Ya'll is bitch man, only thing u rock is Fendi
You can't hold you liquor yeh no hennesy
Ima smash ya'll motherfuckers like a lil centipede
You better find somethign quick like a lil remedy
I'm coming after you, I'll leave you dead like mr Kennedy
I'm the real deal man, I spit what I see
I'm the real deal man, it's coming from me
All these rhymes, all these lines man its what I believe
But ya'll bullshit doesn't make no sense to me
