Rap Nigga - Plies

Man, dog

You all can’t fool a real nigga ainna

Man, you can’t fool no real nigga, dog

You can tell a fuck nigga anything, dog

But you can’t run that shit on a real nigga

Y’all niggas, y’all rap niggas, dog

TV-ass niggas who done sold two, three, four-mill or five million records, dog

A million records

And you steady hollering, bitch, you got a hundred bars

And you got them for ten-five

Oh, you can’t fool a real nigga, dog

Bitch, you a full-time rapper now, nigga

That’s all you do

You rap

Ain’t nothing wrong with being a full-time rapper, dog

But stop running on the…

I think you can run it on a real nigga, dog

And you little young niggas that’s coming up, dog

Dropping a nigga a CD

Getting, wanting niggas to listen to your shit, nigga

And you on there talking 'bout you Birdman, bitch, and you ain’t got a car

You on there, talking that gangsta and you ain’t even did nothing out here

Next time, a nigga give you a CD, dog

And you listen to it

And you know this nigga ain’t 'bout what he on here talking 'bout

Slap that fuck nigga right in his mouth, dog

You say you know a nigga realer than Plies

But where he at?

Certified, pussy ass nigga

100% real nigga, dog

Get it how you live, nigga