[Chorus: I-20]
It's some real n***as here, it's some real n***as here
It's some real, it's some real, it's some real n***as here
It's some real n***as here, it's some real n***as here
All the time we steady screamin' DTP for life!
[Verse 1: I-20]
It's clear who on top dawg, I guess I ain't supposed to count
A quarter mill before the deal, my wife was spendin' most of that (yeah!)
N***as buy the bar out, thinkin' they could hang with us
Fuck it Chaka, buy the club cause we brought some change with us
But if my money wasn't straight, I'd go right back and rob a n***a
I'm tryna get that Maybach and goin' back to maul the n***a!
The Glock will scare most n***as, but some will try to act hard
SK-32, call that shit my black card!
And everybody want somethin' you can bet yo' life on it
Some hoes will try to give you head, others put a price on it
I-Dub, young dealer, know the name and take it down
Ecstacy to cocaine, bag it up and break it down
And yeah this might surprise you, you are being lied to
Fuck if he real I need some shit that I can ride to
Bang bang, shoot 'em up, n***a that's the motto here
Livin' fo' today cause you might not see tomorrow here
[Chorus: I-20]
It's some real n***as here, it's some real n***as here
It's some real, it's some real, it's some real n***as here
It's some real n***as here, it's some real n***as here
All the time we steady screamin' DTP for life!
[Interlude: Fate Wilson]
Tell 'em, tell 'em!!! Yeeah (yeeah), look
[Verse 2: Fate Wilson]
I ain't gotta try dawg, I can get gangsta too
The ground'll be Blood red, your face'll be Crip blue
Can of whoop-ass I'mma open soon as I spot you
For talkin' all that bullshit off in them interviews
We ain't gotta rob you, we gettin' money over here
No album dropped, still shawty is a millionaire
Put a price on your head if you wanna take it there
Funeral, front row, mama cryin' +Right Thurr+
+Jackpot+ took shots and got dropped all because
He was poppin' off at the mouth like a ho does
Bitch you can't expose us, naw it ain't no love
When you see us in the streets act like you don't know us
Slim said, "Don't let up!" so I had to stay on him
Just to set the record straight - this is Lil' Fate, homie
Only use if you or don't know me to light up the streets
Better watch your words when you talkin' 'bout Disturbing Tha Peace
[Chorus: I-20]
It's some real n***as here, it's some real n***as here
It's some real, it's some real, it's some real n***as here
It's some real n***as here, it's some real n***as here
All the time we steady screamin' DTP for life!
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Hailin' from Blacklanta Metropolis and hangin' on the block with us
You don't need laser vision to see it ain't no FUCKIN' stoppin' us
Keepin' a gang of n***as that be layin' down that murder game
Get that ass flame broiled, you SWEAR we worked at Burger King
Swervin' mane, up and down the block
Rock, steady cops
Heavy on the booty of that Chevy please BELIEVE ME!
Sippin' on that 'Nac
I'm ready to put a n***a on his belly or his back
Cause we ain't goin' down EASY!
And that's if we go down at all, I'm quick to throw down and brawl
I'll punch a hater in his throat for talkin' nonsense (blah!)
And we won't back down at all until you back down and fall
So tell Osama DTP's about that bomb shit (blah!)
We convicts like Akon and Young Jeez
I can blow you off the map with two grips and one squeeze (aaahhh!)
Just for walkin' on my turf you pay fees
Or get a bullet to yo' teeth, tell these boys to say, "CHEESE!!!"
[Chorus: I-20]
It's some real n***as here, it's some real n***as here
It's some real, it's some real, it's some real n***as here
It's some real n***as here, it's some real n***as here
All the time we steady screamin' DTP for life!
