Real Or Fake

Real Or Fake -Z-RO

(feat. Mike D)

[Talking]

Take it from the top, (take it from the top)

Let's go out here and roll, on hating a**niggaz (let's ride)

You can't get your motherf**king weight up

So you keep your hate up, (straight up)

We gon' show you how it's done mayn

King of the Ghetto and Corleone

Screwed Up Click for life ni**a, real talk

F**k you ol' punk a**, strong enough for a man made a**niggaz

[Mike D]

I'm a Southside ni**a, third ward to be exact

Catch me coming down the boulevard, banging Fat Pat

You looking at an American gangsta in the flesh

Broke bread with true G's, and fronted a few ki's

Moved out to Cali, graduated to P-T's

O.G. granddaddy, I'm so fooling

Tell the truth, DJ Screw made me

Without him, ya'll wouldn't know Mike D

I was just lil' Mike, Bam had a hogg in training

Running cars in breeze ways, all day stanging

While ya'll had, ya'll hoes on your mind

I was posted by the labor pool, rocking for rocking them nines

Before and after school, making it pop

Yeah a ni**a dropped out, but graduated to blocks

Had a dream, by 21 I'd be a millionaire

Few bumps in the road, I'm almost there

[Hook -2x]

Either you real, or you fake

Cause real niggaz don't fold, don't bend or break

We just trying to get our cash on ni**a

And if you disrespect, we'll get our blast on ni**a

[Z-Ro]

I'm a quiet ni**a, but I've got a competitive nature

Balling out of control, like number 8 from the Lakers

I'm Kobe, ain't no other King of the Ghetto I'm the one and only

I bet all your nieces and nephews, and cousins know me

I rise above the competition, cause they're so below me

Kinda like what a Geneva watch, is to a Rolley

And I know King Johnny, the real King Johnny

Those diamonds are not shining homie, you've never seen Johnny

Screwed Up Click, soldiers united for cash

We legal now, so it ain't no mo' circles in the stash

Or circles in the door panel, or circles in the dash

Well piss me off and I'll merk you, now you part of the past

Cause I'm an asshole, by nature

And I don't love my b**ch, I love my paper

And you ain't sh*t, if you ain't never been screwed up

But you gon' take a nasty punch, if I lace my shoes up

[Hook -2x]

[Mike D]

First off ni**a, you not my kind

Must be deaf dumb and blind, I got blood on mine

Me and Ro ain't now playing, skip nan' state

Slaved over nan' pot, to take a bite off my plate

Ro, I don't know what the hell wrong with these young niggaz

Got a thousand drug habits, want me to front em jiggas

Say you're a man, try buying your own

So you can quit the silly games, like not answering your phone ni**a

[Z-Ro]

When you been the King of the Ghetto, f**king with a b**ch

Know I've been trying to make chicken salad, out of chicken sh*t

Just trying to hit another lick, and I hope a snitch ain't there to witness it

I'd rather slit my wrists f**king going to jail, where somebody can watch me sh*t

Yes I'm in love with my freedom, but I take penitentiary chances

Just to make sure, I never return to wrongest circumstances

That's the reason, I'm trying to get my cash on ni**a

Might even come visit you, with my mask on ni**a give it up

[Hook -2x]

[Talking]

And there you have it, Screwed Up Click for life

And I ain't fooling, Z-Ro the Crooked

A.K.A. King of the Ghetto, Mike D A.K.A. the Black Osama

It's really going down, Screwed Up Click real talk

All my Crip mo'f**kers, throw your sets up

All my Blood mo'f**kers, throw your sets up

All my 4 mo'f**kers, throw your sets up

All my brown pride niggaz, throw your sets up

All my Mo City niggaz, throw your sets up

All my 3rd Ward niggaz, throw your sets up

All my Sunnyside niggaz, throw your sets up

All my Hiram-Clarke niggaz, throw your sets up

All my South-North niggaz, throw your sets up

All my worldwide niggaz ha