Real Is Rare (Edgewood) / The Woods

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Trouble - Rap, Gangsta Rap

Real Is Rare (Edgewood) / The Woods

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[Intro] Eardrummers Swear to God Nigga just get the bag, don't give no fuck 'bout no nothin' else, get the bag anyway fuck 'em [Chorus] Fuck niggas I can't fuck wit 'em Fuck niggas I can't fuck wit 'em Real is rare so I rarely fuck wit niggas Real is rare so I rarely fuck wit niggas Fuck niggas, gotta duck niggas, yeah yeah Fuck nigga, you's a fuck nigga Real is rare so I rarely fuck wit niggas (Really rare to me) Real is rare so I rarely fuck wit niggas (Really rare) [Verse 1] What's this, A-plus nigga (Ooh, what's this) You fuckin' wit a A-plus nigga (Woo) Try to tell my young'n stiffen up, he trust niggas (whoa) Been burned by that bullet, I know not to trust niggas (I been burned by that bullet, I been burned) Put faith in a bitch, she went and fucked a fuck nigga (Lame-ass hoe) Same fuck nigga I would slide and duck wit her (Rollin' round wit a broke boy) Jokes on a broke ho, her folks want forgiveness (Tuh) Went and got a ticket bitch (Uh-huh) soon as I got out prison (Aye) Fuck wrong wit ya huh? You not makin' noise Let ya get a taste of this pure, streets got spoiled Hit a nigga off with a forty, you playin' hard When I say you hit a nigga off with a forty, he ain't Paul George Lights out, I'm the one ceasin' the crowd noise Ain't a damn thing happened to Skoob, it's murder ones I say homicide, let's get the bag, no, no more drums I say get a drum, fuck a fuck nigga, get what gon' come, huh [Bridge] Big Troub (Huh, huh, huh) Bi-Bi-Big Troub (Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Real is rare, that's why I rarely fuck with niggas (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, swear) Real is rare, that's why I rarely fuck with niggas (Uh-huh, swear) (Keep it in there real quick) Big Troub (Huh, huh, huh) Real is rare, that's why you cannot fuck with niggas (Huh, huh huh) Real is rare, that's why you cannot fuck with niggas (Uh-huh, huh) [Verse 2] Now that I'm done thinkin' (Done) I can get this paper (Yeah), Goddammit, still drinkin' (Goddamn) Still say yes to capers (Yes) They say I'ma bad influence (Huh), told you that few years ago (I told you) Prolly had ya main hoe (Prolly) bustin' on her tiptoes (Bustin') Nigga screamin' thug life (Thug life), I ain't ever seen them (Huh) I be where it's swole at (Whoa) Only hope is dope or rap (Oh) Dice game, four-four and rap (Huh), dice game, four-four or trap (Huh) Dice game, four-four and rap (Huh), dice game, four-four or trap (Huh, yeah) Dice game'll blow ya cap backwards (Yeah), you playin' games (Games) Draco shoot through bricks bitch, I done watched it change frame (Frame) One time for the Westside, you kinfolk, you patna them (My patna) One time for the Eastside, you good then you my bruddas them (My brudda) That, that's it, feel upset, murder by the kid (What) That, that, doin' all that, I'm just poppin' shit (What) That, that's it, feel upset, bustin' by the kid (What) Yeah yeah [Chorus] Fuck niggas, I can't fuck with em Fuck niggas, I can't fuck with em (Huh) Real is rare so I rarely fuck wit niggas (Uh-huh) Real is rare so I rarely fuck wit niggas (Big Trouble) Fuck niggas, gotta duck niggas (poppin' shit) Fuck nigga, you's a fuck nigga (Droppin' shit) Real is rare so I rarely fuck wit niggas (Poppin' shit) Real is rare so I rarely fuck wit niggas (Poppin' shit) Yeah [Outro] You know "The Woods (Skit)" *Running in grass, heavy breathing, helicopters, police sirens, dogs barking*

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Credits

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  • Pluss
  • Mike WiLL Made-It
  • Trouble