The Real

Master P

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    I don't know whats wrong wit these fuckaz, Alwayz winin alwayz cryin he ain't
    doin this fo me she ain't doin dat. Motha fucka get wit me i try to teach a
    motha fucka somthin and then they just jump in here talk about goin AWOL who
    the fuck goin AWOL man i let these motha fuckaz in here, then they go to the
    fuckin white man and sell they fukin sole for a couple o bitchez and a blunt
    man. How we supposed to respect that whoadie, if any fuckin producers runnin
    they mouth man i'll pay fo the equip met a motha fucka couldn't even make beef
    fo a hundred and two dollaz man. show a nigga how ta deal some papa, and dats
    what i get in return man. How u talkin bout u ain't wit no limit no more? y
    don't u bring bak the tank then whoadie? You ain't gawta bring it bak to me man
    i kno u scared, mail it to me. What r ya keepin it fo protection? What are ya
    gonna do wit the tatoos punta? Cover it up wit a suit? Thats somthin that some
    bitchez would do. Oh Yeah, when i met ya ya'll had nothin, now ya gone and ya
    got nothin again punta. Ain't no real niggaz gone fuck wit ya. Sell all the
    stories ya want to the inquirer i don't give a fuck. I don't have no image to
    hold, you do, i'm from the streets, where you from? Wha u gone call the police
    and press charges every time ya get ya ass whooped? What kinda gangsta are u
    punta?

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