? Real love, won't somebody show me? Real love, isn't anyone true anymore? Real love, won't somebody show me? Real love, where are you? Oh where are you? Real love
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like, "So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz, whinin' over puss That don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck it up for real
self-defense, he killed my best friend (Who's him?) I mean them, they was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too They had real grenade bombs inside
I was hoping we'd make real progress But it seems we have lost the power Any tiny step of advancement Is like a raindrop falling into the ocean We're
ain't no love, there ain't nothin' but anger We don't go to church and can't pray in school Listen real close to what I'm sayin' fool I know kids who
Superior Players Court First case is the State vs. Fate Wilson A.K.A. Baby Flex You bein' charged wit home invasion and hoe slaughter For fuckin' another
Posted up in the cut to make a buck I had to sell 'nuff drugs Showed up an rolled up, bubbled tough thugs that love to bust slugs I had much love from
You was at It turn's to a slaughter You wanna think about chilling the fuck out You all gonna Top Allah, Pop collar Niggas, Latin Thungs All my family love
. I got bread, by the Hundred. 1000 dollas for the ABN. King Of The Ghetto entertainment then. An that G-Maab Entertainment. Trae i love you mayne. Real
Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah its them boys off that Long Drive that nigga DeMo (DeMo) Here I go, here I go... Yeah...gettin crunk on tha reala
't on no damn slaughter Dejaun in the back and he got the camcorder Recording everything, the 4's gon swang Still pulling up on Fondren and the Main Looking lovely
t on no damn slaughter Dejaun in the back, and he got the camcorder Recording everything, the 4's gon swang Still pulling up, on Fondren and the Main Looking lovely
ack's inside the parkin' lot Son bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot What now blow, clickin' like a Calico Gold Max million, one love keep it real
up in a white wife-beater Aston Vanquish parked at the meter I forgot to feed her, better go {"Put some money on it"} Yeah, now they all love the Don
Cream with bloodstain 2-5-to 'cuz the crew stuck in the game A quarterly, you vs. me, and try to slaughter me The door was locked, top lock stuck, bad
my friend, that you'll never forget It's not everyday that you get your skull split You like soldiers, we got soldiers Made with rubber and steel, they look real
no tellin' when we comin' Back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin' with the engine still Runnin' 'cause real killers make them real quick get