Spit It Real - Big Shug

I’m back again, still mackin, still packin

Still clappin, suspected snitches

I hold the weight, spit the game in different measures

Break dimes off with pleasures, f’real

Where I’m from cats still hate a mile a minute

Tryin to stop my shine and my spinach

Diamonds ain’t never finishes, the games goes on

They write your rhymes and you supposed to be the don

You lie so much you believe your songs

The only time you see a thong is when you wearin one

The queen is boss now but I’m still the king

You want the drama I still supply them things

Birds gats and yay, boy girls or haze

I do my thing while the music just plays

Blaze, and it’s real

That’s how I spit it — yeah~!

Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know…

I seen it good, I seen it bad

When there’s money I got to have

Hustle and it’s a habit

I spit it real, holdin the steel

And I do this for all of my homies

And they knowwwww, I’m real

70's pimpin niggas respect my shit

I spit Funkadelic, like George Clinton

I make sense cause that’ll make me dollars

Cornballs need not to holla

Yes we ballin, still shot callin

Fake gangsters is fallin, still police callin

Real pimp niggas tip the cap, pop the collar

Convince them hoes to hit the strip and get them dollars

They lowride when they hit Cali

They escalatin from Boston to N. Y

Enemies die, while my gangsters multiply

We stay on the block with them hoes pretty fly

Pretty girls in the bathroom doin one on ones

While I’m at the bar, clockin my sums

Not too tipsy, cause that’s when they’ll try to get me

Yes I stay shifty, one hand on the piece

I used to make pancakes with that nigga

Break 'em up, hit the streets — 7 figures with that nigga

Flipped chicks, bought clothes with that nigga

Now I can’t stand, to be around that nigga

I heard he was talkin, to the other side

I’mma catch him in puff mode when he deep in my ride

Then tear fire into his eye

Since he’s a silly motherfucker, I’mma see what he got inside

If you heard my music, you now know the score

Come and peep my city, the horror and the gore

Forty-fours, blazin through the corridor

Either you spit it real, or see the coroner

Lot of ladies scream my name, know the game

I’m a wild motherfucker, I’ll never be tamed

Big Shug, it’s the journey from within

God please forgive me for my sins, I gotta win