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Popa Chief
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Real Nigz
[Intro:Popa Chief] Aiyo, if I got, you got it If you need, come and get it Real niggas go all out for each other, I got your back I even call your moms 'mother', until they dig my whole You like a brother
[Popa Chief] Neighborhood pool hall, shooting brick and eightball Sunny blowing up, but, I ain't taking no calls Whose the fucking pest, they on top? I should of guessed They five more times, in the road, this must be serious Smoke flipped them back, they said 'what', I got your back They playing with my heart, fuck a contract Just point 'em out, they can all get clipped and whacked Said I never would, but for you I'll empty the strap Baby did it twice, swore I'd never go back Small price to pay for you, black You sonned me, lovely, in these streets, showed me How to hold heat, introduced me to celebs and break beats How to bag up, roll blunts, and fuck birds in the backseat Now I got the right deal, we bout to really eat We funky fresh from head to feet Can't nobody compete, uh, mission complete, uh
[Chorus 2X: Popa Chief] Real niggas go all out for each other Ride for each other, I even call your moms 'mother' We get dough together, that's why we roll together I ain't got no friends, homey, you like a brother
[Popa Chief] Bust to the train to the sub, Uttica last stop Rose above it, Brooklyn, a pound and a hug Second home, I'm back home My Brooklyn Zu brothers mad, cuz I ain't been home Everybody's on they hustle, everybody's on they grind Ain't nothing like a BK shorty on my mind Cop the rolly, eyeballin' mad cuties Fulton Street fit shopping, bird watching, ain't nothing Like an ODB show, Duc-Lo Sleeping on studio floors to world tours I miss my younging Dawaun, R.I.P., nigga I think about you everytime I puff and I swig, nigga Just the thought of it, make me wanna choke out fifty niggas Cold sweats, nightmares, wake up, saw a trigger fingers Eyes bloodshot, I'm about to special deliver I hear your voice saying 'chill, get that money, poppa'
[Chorus 2X]
[Popa Chief] Eat out the same bowl, fuck out the same hole M.O.B., on cruise control I got your back, nigga, you got my back, nigga Until they dig your hole, until they dig my hole We don't need no change, we want the money that folds Never turn your back on your brother, that's the code They don't like us anyway, hating on the mold Cuz we're flesh, fly, wild and bold
[Chorus 3X]
[Outro: Popa Chief] It's all about this paper, you like a brother Me and you, we team up, son, ain't nothing can stop us You like a brother
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