Fuck niggas gon' multiply 'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply 'Fore the real niggas live, fuck niggas won't multiply Fuck niggas won't multiply Fuck niggas won't multiply Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh Yeah nigga, it's your boy Juicy J Man, you gotta watch out for these old backstabbin', broke ass, You know what I'm sayin'? Jealous hatin' ass niggas out here man, You know what I'm sayin'? Man these niggas ain't no real niggas man, know what I'm sayin'? They could be smilin' in your face Back in the buildin', sold crack in the livin' room Niggas toe-tagged, sold gats for a livin' Doo rag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim One you be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad First place I seen a nigga sell crack at Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back, bad back Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field 'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her bills I ain't really fuckin' with that Been Trill Swear them niggas booty like Tip Drill Nah I ain't really into throwin' shots But these mothafuckas better give me my props, word to Pac We're the reason that these niggas gettin' throwed Reason why you niggas wearin' gold Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose I remember, if Pimp was alive he'd tell these hoes and these niggas Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I, When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply But if the real niggas live, fuck niggas won't multiply I'm the original Balmain badass, nigga I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams Smack the shit out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me? Don't get it fucked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag swag nigga (shut the fuck up) Fuck with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C Hba shit is weak, you can keep that Shit, I might fuck around and bring the Jeep back No doors on it, flexin' with the seat back B-Boy with the G pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga If you deaf bring the beat back, nigga Fuck with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C Hba shit is weak, you can keep that I'm a trend setter, you ain't even peep that Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at? Fuck the FCC, tell 'em bleep that (We ain't no fashion killas nigga, we fashionable killas y'all got Flacko fucked up) I'm the motherfuckin' Lord of this fashion shit Don't I deserve just to brag a bit? Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents Number one stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate My motherfuckin' swag is immaculate Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch I think back to when Pac is packin' lint It's like a nigga got rich on accident Now back to Pimp Bitches lie, killers never lie Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride Prosper said let's ride to the sky, call it catastrophic We don't ever die, we just multiply, bitch Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin', These niggas be out here talkin' 'bout they a street nigga and shit, Man niggas be gettin' extorted like a mothafucka out here man, You know what I'm sayin'