"We The Real Thing" lyrics
Real street shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got so many niggas plottin' on my head
And real gangstas contemplate my death
Real street shit
Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama
Nigga, we the real thing
I got so many niggas plottin' on my head
And real gangstas contemplate my death
Real street shit
Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama (Yeah)
Nigga, we the real thing
I'm fresh out the can, still smellin' like jack mack'
Body chiseled up and I'm lookin' for my slide-back
In that top tier, it's no fear in my blood cells
I'm knockin' down whoever stand in my way
Them gun shells'll fall like raindrops when them things pop
The same old song, a million times, it don't stop
Your violence is edible, your death is inevitable
When you comin' at me with that bull
My knife'll impale you, you pussy, I smell you
I can show you better than I can tell
Ooh, this is my favorite part of it all
My dick hard, my hormones bark for war
For blood, for the stuff that'll spook you out
And have shit runnin' down your pant leg, you child
I don't give a good goddamn 'bout your rap sheet
'Bout your street credit score, I smack beef
And wipe the corners of my mouth with your white tee
Then pick my teeth with your bones, don't entice me
Don't invite me to eat food, I'm a hog
I'm a jungle king, the top of the chain, dog
Got so many niggas plottin' on my head
And real gangstas contemplate my death
Real street shit
Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama
Nigga, we the real thing
I got so many niggas plottin' on my head
And real gangstas contemplate my death
Real street shit
Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama
Nigga, we the real thing, real thing
It's QB, we always gon' rise to the occasion
You know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas don't know, but they seen it
Or they'll see (Ayo)
QB in this bitch, nigga, we can air it out
Party, tell the whole crew we the ones you hear about
Wildin' out, shuttin' shit down, we responsible
More bodies than a world war, shit get volatile
Rap beef, what beef? This is real beef
Carnivore when we eat, niggas dead meat
Deadly, lettin' off a medley of bullets with the fully
Goin' out to the fullest, whole team crooked
Whole game shook it, with the pain, took it
To another level, gave a flyin' fuck, whole world lookin'
We in your face with it, say it with your chest
Put some bass in it, can't find the body, cold case with it
Let me finish up, Mobb, know we level up
Y'all just level one, quit, we already won
H-A-V-O-C, King P
Not up for debate, nigga, we the real thing
Got so many niggas plottin' on my head
And real gangstas contemplate my death
Real street shit
Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama
Nigga, we the real thing
I got so many niggas plottin' on my head
And real gangstas contemplate my death
Real street shit
Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama
Nigga, we the real thing, real thing
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got so many niggas plottin' on my head
And real gangstas contemplate my death
Real street shit
Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama
Nigga, we the real thing
I got so many niggas plottin' on my head
And real gangstas contemplate my death
Real street shit
Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama (Yeah)
Nigga, we the real thing
I'm fresh out the can, still smellin' like jack mack'
Body chiseled up and I'm lookin' for my slide-back
In that top tier, it's no fear in my blood cells
I'm knockin' down whoever stand in my way
Them gun shells'll fall like raindrops when them things pop
The same old song, a million times, it don't stop
Your violence is edible, your death is inevitable
When you comin' at me with that bull
My knife'll impale you, you pussy, I smell you
I can show you better than I can tell
Ooh, this is my favorite part of it all
My dick hard, my hormones bark for war
For blood, for the stuff that'll spook you out
And have shit runnin' down your pant leg, you child
I don't give a good goddamn 'bout your rap sheet
'Bout your street credit score, I smack beef
And wipe the corners of my mouth with your white tee
Then pick my teeth with your bones, don't entice me
Don't invite me to eat food, I'm a hog
I'm a jungle king, the top of the chain, dog
Got so many niggas plottin' on my head
And real gangstas contemplate my death
Real street shit
Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama
Nigga, we the real thing
I got so many niggas plottin' on my head
And real gangstas contemplate my death
Real street shit
Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama
Nigga, we the real thing, real thing
It's QB, we always gon' rise to the occasion
You know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas don't know, but they seen it
Or they'll see (Ayo)
QB in this bitch, nigga, we can air it out
Party, tell the whole crew we the ones you hear about
Wildin' out, shuttin' shit down, we responsible
More bodies than a world war, shit get volatile
Rap beef, what beef? This is real beef
Carnivore when we eat, niggas dead meat
Deadly, lettin' off a medley of bullets with the fully
Goin' out to the fullest, whole team crooked
Whole game shook it, with the pain, took it
To another level, gave a flyin' fuck, whole world lookin'
We in your face with it, say it with your chest
Put some bass in it, can't find the body, cold case with it
Let me finish up, Mobb, know we level up
Y'all just level one, quit, we already won
H-A-V-O-C, King P
Not up for debate, nigga, we the real thing
Got so many niggas plottin' on my head
And real gangstas contemplate my death
Real street shit
Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama
Nigga, we the real thing
I got so many niggas plottin' on my head
And real gangstas contemplate my death
Real street shit
Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama
Nigga, we the real thing, real thing
