nothing on And you out and you ain't got nothing on Baby you the whole package plus you pay your taxes And you keep it real while them other stay plastic
you keep it real, while them others stay plastic You're my Wonder Woman, call me Mr. Fantastic Stop, now think about it [Bridge 2 - B.o.B] I've been
so well endowed pull b-tches from M.I.A. to A.T.L. in style and in crowds catch me in town on the strip in vegas chillin' fillin b-tches' faces with babies
mentally intoxicated with truth So they know the noise you talk are lies Pretty damn soon they'll be by (I'm outta here) They listen to me and I give 'em the real
respect When others were dissin' me, I'm talkin' bout the man Jah li'l, the one extasy And the man Grandmaster D I'm talkin' 'bout Whodini And also the force MD, you treated a brother real
This song is dedicated to my man Tupac Shakur, rest in peace Notorious B.I.G., rest in peace And all my other homies that have died In the madness called
drugs to them? Try the C.I.A. my friend Or the F.B.I. or even Bush Somebody's gettin' rich, damn sure ain't us We're just killin' ourselves while others
on And you out, and you ain't got nothing on Baby, you the whole package, plus you pay your taxes And you keep it real while them other stay plastic
talking all that raspy shit Trying to ask me shit When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon' pass me shit You should think about it, take a second Matter fact, you should take four B
you that bitch Say you looking for the real, hey, well, this is real as it gets Hey, hey, oh, oh (South-side) Hey, hey, oh, oh (South-side) This is real
up, im just like Peter Pann Baskin Robins, turkey hill, breyers that other bitch bologna so i call her Oscar Meyer ch-ch-ch-chimmies on the top man b
people All the B's that'll bleed and they sleep and they eat Shit, breathe the thought we all equal Ain't a man on the God's green pea underneath any other
To whom it may concern, You might sell a million more than me, But you don't got a million more than me, Let's be real. Ahahaha Let's do this thing
, you tired of the same old Chit-chat, lame sto's Mami's frame loc' make dudes chain smoke We can do thangs slow as if you ain't know All real them other
what though, some diamonds and a Bentley what you dyin' for Aight hoe, I'ma bake my cheese and let my mic flow Prioritize to live through Tell these other
a Hollywood coffee or soda You can call me a roller Your grill's glistenin' Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different What's the real sense of
[Bun B:] Baby girl lookin good, feel real thick Real pretty, real fly, she a real chick Lookin for a real player to adore ya But look no further, I'm
always looking out for breadrin' 'Cause when breadrin' they return love they don't stress him 'Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real Still