This is a song about "Real nigga don t beef"

That nigga will cross you real quick and start acting brand new

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

When you strive for perfection

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

They claim it as their own, africa

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

Our history that they stole, africa

Eh fuck that other nigga, i be your real nigga,

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop