The Real Is Back

Lyrics

[Intro] I heard a nigga say the other day He said Shy Glizzy fell off, haha I couldn't do nothin' but laugh at that shit Nigga, you must not know It's Young Jef', the motherfuckin' best Like my NY bitch say, "Is you dumb?" [Chorus] They like, "Come on, Glizzy, where you been? We need that real shit back" I been cookin' up, I'm almost finished, they like "I figured that" Stay out these niggas' way, 'cause they be hating, do you riddle that? As-salamu alaykum, nuh-uh, baby, we don't piggyback Niggas be actin' funny, but they can play if they want to 'Cause I got plenty money, and I got plenty guns too HK with the silencer, put that bitch down your tonsils Let a nigga wild out like Nick Cannon, see what these drums do [Verse 1] Come through in that drop top, my young niggas got them beams My Jamaican thot got wap-wap, told her call up Skillibeng And I heard that was your bitch, so I made her get down on her knees Said I'm a handsome little Black boy, but my eyes look Japanese I never seen a dollar when a nigga got back on his feet These niggas ain't trustworthy, they can't ride in my back seat I just came off a vaca', yeah St. Regis on a beach And before I pack my toothbrush, bitch, I gotta pack my heat I'm the king of D.C, baby, bow down, kiss my feet I be in Miami ballin' more than fucking Heat Ever since they took Loc and 30, I don't get no sleep Bitch, they call me Jefe Curry, I don't miss a beat [Chorus] They like, "Come on, Glizzy, where you been? We need that real shit back" I been cookin' up, I'm almost finished, they like "I figured that" Stay out these niggas' way, 'cause they be hating, do you riddle that? As-salamu alaykum, nuh-uh, baby, we don't piggyback Niggas be actin' funny, but they can play if they want to 'Cause I got plenty money, and I got plenty guns too HK with the silencer, put that bitch down your tonsils Let a nigga wild out like Nick Cannon, see what these drums do [Verse 2] Push it to the limit I'm known to handle my business If a nigga ever cross that line, my auntie 'nem, they Christians Yeah, I'm out here gettin' stupid rich, I'm stackin' it to the ceiling My nigga just had another baby on his bitch, he feel like Tristian And it's two things that's for certain about these streets, it ain't no wishin' Yo' family gon' be puttin' flowers on top of yo' head, keep on with that dissin' Yo' nigga dead, he tryna retaliate but you keep on missin' Yeah, them niggas dead, it was better late than never, thought we wasn't gon' get em DEA snatched my plug up, tryna do an extradition Boy, that shit ain't stoppin' nothin', we just loaded up the Expedition And, nigga, I could pay for shooters, 'cause I don't trick on bitches I go and hire the clean up crew 'cause they don't leave no witness [Chorus] They like, "Come on, Glizzy, where you been? We need that real shit back" I been cookin' up, I'm almost finished, they like "I figured that" Stay out these niggas' way, 'cause they be hating, do you riddle that? As-salamu alaykum, nuh-uh, baby, we don't piggyback Niggas be actin' funny, but they can play if they want to 'Cause I got plenty money, and I got plenty guns too HK with the silencer, put that bitch down your tonsils Let a nigga wild out like Nick Cannon, see what these drums do