You Ain't Really Down

Pacewon

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    [Pacewon]
    Huh, huh, huh, huh
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
    Huh, huh, huh, huh

    Yo, I walk on the block right by these thugs
    Like LL, "I Need Love"
    So fresh so clean keep my hygeine up
    Fly clean cut, no Visine, what?
    Red-ass eyes, veg' past five
    Catch niggaz like hot webs catch flies
    I got a plan for, cops who see me
    Try to lock me, I'm Houdini
    Got the weed spot, locked completely
    Keep the gravy, nice and creamy
    Riunite and a little bit of Henny
    Do my friends dirty just to get a penny
    Do your men dirty just to get your hens
    Do my girl dirty just to get her friend
    I did the scam with my fam my man I got rich
    Like John Gotti, boy got pinched
    Due to that we fuck like Wilt Chamberlain
    Don't blame me, blame the game we in

    [Chorus - sung]
    You ain't really down, playin the game you do
    I said, you ain't really down, your love was never true

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    [Pacewon]
    Yo, sucker MC's perpetratin a fraud
    Front like they down but be hatin the cause
    Wanna be me, wanna play in my drawers
    Read my black book, start datin my broads
    Waitin to floss, you gotta stay goofy
    Gucci, make coochie
    Keep up the front while I make your girl wiggle it
    'til she pull a ligament, I'm ignorant as hell
    Uptight, way out of my mind and self-centered
    Beef? You'll need a forklift to help him up
    All the king's horses and all the king's men
    like me, they know the time like Big Ben
    Kingpin at it again with a pad and a pen
    Get your gat and your vest and let's roll
    Get your hat and your coat and let's go
    Like Eddie Murphy, I run the "Metro"

    [Chorus]

    [Pacewon]
    Yo, shots on target, open up the market
    Bomb your apartment, walk it like I bark it
    Take you in the crib with some sharp shit
    If you drivin a car, you better park it
    I'm a star kid, women stalkin
    She ain't fuckin? Then I'm walkin
    Got a boyfriend? Shoulda called him
    I'm on that tape you got playin in your Walkman
    Rhymin, dinin, I shine on interviews
    I'm more fine and I rhyme more syllables
    Iller with the rhyme and my time's more critical
    Just in my prime now I'm more physical
    Keep this hip-hop real like a cult
    Make this paper turn green like The Hulk
    Thirsty niggaz don't sip, we like to gulp
    And there's a couple of chicks out here I'd like to UHH

    [Chorus]

    [ad libs of Chorus to end]

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