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[ VERSE 1: Big Mike ] On the real, baby, I ain't got no ends Yeah, I got a record out, but I ain't got no Benz You ought to be glad that I'm givin yo ass somethin Cause it's some niggas out there that ain't givin up nothin Then he got a baby, but the nigga don't take care of it Anything I make, my baby always gets a share of it Yeah, a young nigga tryin to make it And it's gettin harder when you're always on my back tryin to take it And it ain't even gotta be like that Gettin at me like that ain't gon' get your fuckin pockets fat Used to have some love for you, but now you're just a selfish bitch Takin all my money, spendin it on your self and shit Or that nigga that you stayin with, layin with But on the real, I ain't that nigga you should be playin with Cause when I'm dead Ain't nobody gonna take care of another man's kids, he might, shit Nine times out of ten they don't Nine times out of ten them muthafuckas won't So baby, pump, pump yo brakes and put a end to all them hoe games Cause hoe games equals no game [ CHORUS: female background singer ] Comin (comin) Comin (comin) Comin on the real (Comin on the real) [ VERSE 2: Big Mike ] What's up, young fool, I see that you're anxious To jack a nigga like me cause you ain't got no patience Think I'm rollin Daytons or maybe even Elbows The only way I roll em if I catch em on sale, bro Huh, I'm like you, tryin to get my hustle on Ain't got time for no muthafuckin scuffle, homes I'm sellin records, and you be sellin crack I got fans, you got the police on your back But I don't knock you, cause I used to do the same So don't knock me cause I'm in a different game See, it's still about comin up Still about puttin niggas on they ass if they be runnin up Different game, same atttitude Everybody wanna take shots at the badder dude But it don't matter, dude, on how you feel Cause I still kick back and make a mill And that's on the real [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Big Mike ] Shake em up and let the dice roll I bagged dough two times and left a nigga twicefold Fight sole on the peewees Be makin em raise up when I hit seven easy See me makin muthafuckas break theyself To the point where they wanna shake the dice theyself Fool, what you think this is? I'm 22 and I been tryin to stack bank for years Huh, and in my dreams I seen That life ain't all about makin money and havin yo face on the scene It's about bein comfortable, takin care of yours And that's what I'm strivin for And with God on my side Ain't none of that hard to find And that's on the real [ CHORUS ]
Writer(s): Mike Dean, Michael Barnett, John Okuribido Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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