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8 Mile Lyrics
My Nigga for Real Lyrics
Uh, Zee I got waiting haze, my customers ho's, sleep with me We have small
beef, I still sell them O's for three fifty They know in big beef, I pop a
hundred times Be like roadkill, I live nigga's brains on one and nines And
my down bitches, they be ready to kill I be like chill, they be
like..
[Chorus] That's my nigga for real (Yea, uh huh, I'm from
the Bricks, we be like) That's my nigga for real (Yea, Young Zee, all my
niggas from the hood, they be like) That's my nigga for real (Yea, B-Boy, you
my nigga, talk to 'em)
[B-Boy] Yo, I don't give a fuck if we
don't sell a record We still gon' get this money in the Bricks Spill it,
Zee
[Young Zee] Yea, uh, yea, yea I'm like, Santa Claus, I
deliver niggas grams a raw Straight from Panama, fiends eat it up like
canavaugh And my dimes disappear like magic wands I sell 'em, 'til the
crack of dawn and destroy every track I'm on Plus I have a clam packed in the
back of vans More royal than the Taliban murk you for a half a
gram (What?) I get B-Boy to drop your truck in the river Fuck some dough,
we be like..
[Chorus + Young Zee ad libs]
[Young
Zee] Yea, jeah, Uh-huh-ha, yea Scarecrow (what?), I'm trying to walk
before I crawl I want it all ever since I came out of my mama's walls I'm
trying to make so much dough when I write a song I can write 'em all why
y'all clique on the corner selling final calls Yea, niggas mad at us,
gladiators like Maximas, we fabulous While you fall off like Canibus's
managers My man Dee U, keep the nina peelin' (Point 'em out, and watch
me)
[Chorus + Young Zee ad libs]
[Young Zee] Zee
need Buddha, E-user, beef pre Lugers Spittin' from our PT cruisers My tape
don't drop, I still got dough to make Got little niggas on roller skates
holding my coke and weight Blow paper, ho chaser, dough raiser, Joe
Fraizer Sixteen cellys and four pagers Go hype up your squad that they
might fuck with ours I just, light up cigars, go by bikes, trucks, and
cars I got (?) In Atlanta deep, 'round the street, ten grand a week I give
'em one word to put your man to sleep And I love my Jersey live
bitches They'll leave a nigga face, with thirty five stitches They'll help
my tie cinder blocks and push your kids So deep in the ocean, they'll see
where octopuses live Jeah, this label deal is for Raz, Pace, and Chill I
know mad chicks, but still
[Chorus + Young Zee ad
libs]
[Young Zee] What, Bricks (Bricks, Bricks)
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