Feat. Lil' Real One

[Soulja Slim]
(*talking*)
Real n***a, huh real n***a status (you know)
Gone off that mo'fucking midnight
Ya understand what I'm saying, midnight
You feel me, (dro that is)

[Hook - 2x]
If it ain't real, it ain't me
If I ain't toting that steel, I might get killed on my streets
If you from the N.O., you know what I'm talking bout
Send me to jail, I post bail I'ma make it out

[Soulja Slim]
N***a what you looking at, I know you ain't booting up
All of us got knives, most of us tooled up
Blues what huh, n***a blues who
I'm gone off some dro, in the red white and blue
Ooh and it's my duty, to serve you quickly
When I come, my drum gone be holding fifty
I'ma leave some'ing numb, from fucking with me
I been overdue, for these cowards to get me
I'm the n***a n***a, uh they love to hate
But they scared to run down me, I keep some'ing in my waist
You's a bitch ass n***a, stay out my face
I can't lace that up for you, no other kinda way
When you fucking with me, you fucking with the real
Deal, fake n***as get fucked in the field
I stay up in the field, I never got fucked so I'm real
You's a bitch boy, you hide behind the shield

[Hook - 2x]
[Lil' Real One]
I'm in my motherfucking territory, foul now
But I bet a bitch gone bow down
Stay out of my way, cause I'm holding my K
And bitch, I'm bout to wild out
I hold it down, for that down south
I'm standing blasting my canon, my attitude is empty every Bullet I got me any adversary, hailmary ya'll scary
Bone buried, my fucking eyes blurry
I mean heavily twisted, I been on lean
I'ma perculate and I'ma lean, n***a feeling the breeze
I do thangs like a gangsta, hell is hot in the mangers
Smelling my Glock top as I pop shots, feel these hot potat'as
This for now not later, I got's to escalate you man
I'll take the shit out of your crib, like I'm your decorator
Punch ya', put your kid in the refrigerator
I bought a Glock for all you n***a hater, popped a lot of shots at a demonstrator
I'm bout to penitrate ya, I been a gangsta
But my clip right in my hand, fucking my trigger finger

[Hook - 2x]
[Soulja Slim]
It's getting crucial now, three murders every day
Shit will never stop, in the N-O-L-A
New Orleans Louisiana, can I ride with my heat
I'ma ride with my heat, four time felony
Everybody telling me, stay out the penetentiary
But I'd rather go back, than get my head on a flat
Them Magnolia n***as, them Melpomene n***as
Them Calliope n***as, ain't nothing to play with
If they got beef, then they letting the K spit
Trying to make a n***a disappear, like matrix
I wear my Reebok's, with the loose shoe laces
And stomp in em like a big dog, in different places
Never went out of state, and caught no cases
Don't think that I won't, homeboy I'll waste ya
Somebody call the ambulance
That boy blood flood the street like a avalanche, dead on arrival

[Hook - 2x]