Real Recognize Real

Lloyd Banks

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    [Talkin:]
    It's a new day nigga.
    Better wake the fuck up man.

    [Chorus:]
    Real Recognize Real
    Live for a dolla bill
    That's how I feel
    Hoes still won't chill
    Leave my next mill
    Got respect back then, got respect still
    The tecs will, niggas won't play another game
    Bet the weak niggas crumble and the thug remain
    Love and pain won't change for a fucking thang
    Get to the money, get brain, is the song I sang
    Bang Bang

    [Lloyd Banks:]
    B.A.N.K.S.
    Two G's to the Dirt, New York states best
    Nigga u only get one, it ain't eight left
    Don't Russian Roulette with your life, it ain't a safe bet
    Southsides brightest spitter
    Won't change I'm not that type of nigga
    Unibomber product I deliver
    Two chicks, four condoms and a fifth of brown
    Even if the chips was down, I can always hit the town.
    I'm thinkin bout a Beamer for my B-Day
    Speed scream scrambler you see me on the freeway.
    Everyday tree day, sevens like a nickel bag
    Specialize in catchin a stunt, know how to get you mad.
    Living Legend but I come through in the Reg
    Scoop my hood thing up, she do her one two in the bed.
    All the hate starts once u get the bread
    But once u get the respect, a better nigga sense of what's said.

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    [Chorus:]
    Real Recognize Real
    Live for a dolla bill
    That's how I feel
    Hoes still won't chill
    Leave my next mill
    Got respect back then, got respect still
    The tecs will, niggas won't play another game
    Bet the weak niggas crumble and the thug remain
    Love and pain won't change for a fucking thang
    Get to the money, get brain, is the song I sang
    Bang Bang

    [Jay Rock:]
    Aww, R.O.C.K.S
    AR's two AK's no vest
    Project steps welcome to the Taridome
    Terridactals'll get at u when your home
    Two elevens turn to 187 in minutes
    That's why this big mack eleven is pokin my pendix
    Speed through down yo block, niggas mad huh
    Bust at em, they divin all in the grass huh
    I empty out then I reload
    Before the whole clip, I shoot 3 like Cee Lo
    Spit like my mouth got a jaw full of kilo's
    Act like it's a game til I'm breaking through the cheat code
    Barrel to yo pep hole
    Friday, Highway, she give me cerebral
    4 tecs, war vets, breakin down Debo's
    Skinny nigga gotta semi nigga
    Gamble with yo life and die at the casino
    Nigga

    [Chorus:]
    Real Recognize Real
    Live for a dolla bill
    That's how I feel
    Hoes still won't chill
    Leave my next mill
    Got respect back then, got respect still
    The tecs will, niggas won't play another game
    Bet the weak niggas crumble and the thug remain
    Love and pain won't change for a fucking thang
    Get to the money, get brain, is the song I sang
    Bang Bang

    [Lloyd Banks:]
    It'll be a cold day in the summer, 91 in the winter
    Before I run from a nigga,
    I got the drum with me nigga
    Flow dropped outta heaven, Rev Run with me nigga
    I spazz out, dead sober, no rum in me nigga
    Flow got a billion dollar bounty, ask about me
    How I do it make niggas sorry, Bill O'Reilly
    Death makes the brightest day cloudy
    And still around me, dissappear from the super trooper, they fill the county
    Need a pigeon of the piff
    Media won't push me, cause I'm livin on a cliff
    These niggas don't won't riffs
    Same shit, east to west
    Money grip, heat or vest
    Take a hit, ease his stress
    For I trick, leave a mess
    For u flip, leave the ness
    Grow a heart in yo chest
    All I know is go harder, a phenominal rep
    Gotta get money, cause bein bummy don't fit me
    Right here in the bottom of the slums, come get me

    [Chorus:]
    Real Recognize Real
    Live for a dolla bill
    That's how I feel
    Hoes still won't chill
    Leave my next mill
    Got respect back then, got respect still
    The tecs will, niggas won't play another game
    Bet the weak niggas crumble and the thug remain
    Love and pain won't change for a fucking thang
    Get to the money, get brain, is the song I sang
    Bang Bang

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    Composición: John Disco y Lloyd Banks

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