Yepa Yepa homeboy
It's the Lone Star Rida Low G
Real life real lyrics
Happy P El Coyote
The real recognize the real
D**e House Records
D**e sells itself always
F**k a friend f**k a h*e
I'm here 'til I go
It ain't about money it ain't about fame
It's about family
D**n we so close but these n***as don't understand
We came from so far
You can love me or hate me
It's all gravy
Mama couldn't raise me
And d**e fiends paid me
Took what I learned in the streets to make beats
One million dollars later still smokin' Swisher Sweets
And I remember way back way back in the ghetto
See as far as I can remember n***as called me Hap
See as far as I can remember I was po' and broke
No money in my pocket and no w**d to smoke
But now thangs changed see it's been a little better lately
The greatest blessin' in my life has been my baby
Huh
Cuz I ain't never known love like that
And ain't no angel up above like that
And I pray
That she don't have to see the things I saw
Too many murdered friends and n***as behind bars
Wit cut throat n***as scandalous a*s b***hes
N***as blowin' they brains out so vicious
Fake n***as kickin' n***as doors down
For what
Just to brag when some h*es around
And you call yourself a gangsta a hustla a playa
Huh
That ain't nothing if The Lord ain't yo Savior
So I kick back and put my heart on this gat
And everything I say be silent so that's that
And we blessed foo so let's bow my n***as
Huh
That's why I made this here for all of my n***as
A biggie bang to the boogie woogie shoobeedoowap
I'm doin' 120 racin' this new eye rop
I'm a worka in the dirtiest game on planet earth a
I sip the s**t that come in a little jar of Gerber
Table turner sellin' pearl a
Smoke in my nerve a
I'm 1800 MURDER I packs the Big Bertha
Boys lookin' at me funny my palm get sweaty
You b***hes cryin' over spilled spaghetti
You can ask my gal I used to be broke as hell
I couldn't pay my doctor for my in grown toe nail
And it's a trip cuz I ain't even broke a sweat
But if I turn around you see my back is soakin' wet
