The Game feat. Yo Gotti, 2 Chainz, Soulja Boy & T.I - Really

Текст песни: Really

[Verse 1 - Yo Gotti:]
 Fuck buyin' jewelry, buyin' ammo
 Teflon, bulletproof the Lambo
 Hate rats, got my niggas in the fed
 Got money in the bank and money on my head
 Really? Niggas sound silly
 Wanna talk money, yeah, count it, ten milli
 Free my nigga Meek Milly, bad bitch out of Philly
 Sold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy
 Who you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?
 Think I give a fuck about the industry?
 Better Google me
 Boy, I really made a million out the fuckin' streets
 Boy, I had a white car back in '04
 Back in runnin' wood days and ride low
 When bein' a street nigga really meant something
 Now niggas sell his soul for a follow
 If you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you, nigga?
 Take pictures with guns so that make you a killer
 Nah, LA Reid gave me that check today
[?] empower the hittas
 I'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey
 And I bet you I'm rockin' my chains
 Or I'm in the Watts with Jay Rock or slidin' through Compton with Game
 Cause real niggas livin' the same

[Verse 2 - 2 Chainz:]
 My auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16
 My partner did a decade so what the fuck you really mean?
 Really, ho, Billie Jean jackets in my video
 Causin' all this racket, no tennis court
 Really made a million in a kitchen fork
 Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, dinner fork
 Often offended, I told that bitch to get out when she finished
 Need me a bitch that gon' suck me and fuck me
 And freak me and pass me to all of her friends
 That's what it is, verbal telekinesis
 Korrupt mixed with Jesus, Big Meech mixed with Yeezus
 Keep playin' them games and get shot from them bleachers
 I still got my stripes when I'm not wearing Adidas
 Got a fresh hairline from Peter
 Got me a hockey mask, choppers, started talking fast
 Give it to 'em direct just like Jeter
 Niggas ain't killing shit, niggas they playing
 They saying they killing shit
 Got me an A and a K and a 220 trey
 And a [?] hit might burn a little bit
 I'm like, "Really, little bitches, say really"

[Hook - Soulja Boy:]
 Fuck these niggas
 Niggas say they gon' kill me
 Niggas say they gon' kill me
 Niggas say they gon' kill me
 Niggas say they gon' kill me

[Verse 3 - T.I.:]
 Brand new Benz with the top down
 In my old neighborhood, all the cop 'round
 I don't give a fuck, motherfucker, act up
 Let him and the police hear how the Glock sound
 Comin' with the bullshit, get shot down
 Sucker free, no fly zone in my town
 And there ain't no discussion
 It's simple, you try me we gon' get to bustin'
 I promise, my nigga, you want it, my nigga?
 My young niggas ready, they goin' on guard
 They act like they know ain't no God
 We so official, for sure, no facade
 Trap nigga shine like I glow in the dark
 Still got my.44 in the door
 I'm not finna play with you, homie get laid with you
 Cement your feet, then it's off in the lake with you
 Underestimate you, that mistake I couldn't make with you
 I hit you with the K, myself and show you what the paper do
 And can't nobody handle you the way I do
 Give your boy a K or two, kill you in a day or two
 And no disrespect, boy, you violate me, we gon' handle that
 Blow your ass off the map
 And you still reachin' your hand out for no dap
 My demonstration in exchange for your hatin'
 I put this flame all in your face, boy you fakin'
 We come through in Mercedes and shoot you
 You'd think Call of Duty would make it
 Bacon, I get my moolah off top
 He don't give me my moolah, off top
 Give a damn what the naysayers say
 And we waitin' a day in the A with the K and I'm gone


[Verse 4 - Game:]
 Niggas ain't gon' kill shit
 I'm ridin' 'round, 7 pounds, nigga, Will Smith
 It's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards
 This shit right here you can't deal with
 Two ice cubes and some cognac
 Spent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back
 Spent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem
 Runnin' Aftermath in all black
 I'll slaughter your house with 5 9's
 Leave all of you niggas with crooked eyes
 Got the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz
 Knockin' every button off your buttoned up sleeves
 Please that's Jeezy the Snowman
 Comin' straight to your window like Bruh Man
 Said I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog conscience
 Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton
 Don't you fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem
 Don't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them
 My handle's dumb, I had no gun
 Fuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'
 I bear arms like Durantula
 This rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up
 And everybody gotta die, put them candles up
 How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?
 And for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down
 I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around
 And when a nigga say "Timber", you don't need Ricky Rubio
 To let a nigga know it's goin' down
 Fuck you clowns, yeah I put the word on you niggas
 Go A$AP Ferg on you niggas
 Been all through New York with Diddy
 My verse'll Schmurda you niggas
 And that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti
 Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti
 Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack
 Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body
 Like Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old
 I will still be the pilot that light up the stove
 And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back
 And tell niggas that Detox come out this October
 Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober
 And verses like this'll get me a new Rover
 Get you a new home and it's in a casket
 Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over