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'Too Real' Lyrics - Master P Ft. Eastwood & Travis Kr8ts
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(Intro)
Leave it to the professionals
Ice Cream Man part II
Freaky lil hommie TC

(Hook)
This the type of shit that a real nigga do
That a real nigga do
This the type of shit that a real bitch do
That a real bitch do
Don't talk too much but I keep that tool (on me)
She don't talk too much, but she keep it cool
Don't talk too much but I keep that tool (on me)
She don't talk too much, but she keep it cool

(Verse)
Went to the bay seen the OG Dangerous Dane
5 years later ain't a damn thing change
Stealing side shows still runnin' from 5-0's
Got killas from New Orleans to Memphis Chicago
And we draw money like a Caesar
Niggas runnin' round, hoes say they wanna meet ya
Mad bitches get on a nigga like Keisha
Nigga might ghost ride to the preacher
Fall back on a million fuckin' bucks
After the club, bad bitches gettin' fucked
Knowin' the niggas up in here, wassup?
All this bottle service got these bitches turnt up
Pour it!

(Hook)
This the type of shit that a real nigga do
That a real nigga do
This the type of shit that a real bitch do
That a real bitch do
Don't talk too much but I keep that tool (on me)
She don't talk too much, but she keep it cool
Don't talk too much but I keep that tool (on me)
She don't talk too much, but she keep it cool

(Verse)
My girl put yo model, hold this yang, know that (?)
Yo bitch be on my bumper, clearly, low jack
Rollin' with my hustlers, we beepin', we be in traffic
Panamer Phantom's new business is black magic
Push it thru the city with a baby Beyonce
Bitch, we just fuckin', hoe, you ain't my fiance
I do it for the billion dollar dreams and the contacts
8 figure nigga for the deal in the contract
You lyin' to yoself, you say you luv him, that's weaked up
We can make a flick, no Mimi and Mika
I get up to the house and get 'em turnt up
Smoke until this little fella burnt out barn

(Hook)
This the type of shit that a real nigga do
That a real nigga do
This the type of shit that a real bitch do
That a real bitch do
Don't talk too much but I keep that tool (on me)
She don't talk too much, but she keep it cool
Don't talk too much but I keep that tool (on me)
She don't talk too much, but she keep it cool

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(Intro)
God forgive us cus we do not know what we do
We only do what we see
The gift
All my real niggas out there
No limit forever mane
I told you it ain’t over, I made these niggas
I’m back to get what’s mine
This my life uh
This my life nigga
No limit forever
Boss of all bosses
Godfathered this shit nigga

(Verse)
A lil skinny nigga called me underdog
Hanging with my potnas, parkin that expensive cars
It’s funny how the rock that changed a nigga life
Went from sleepin on the floors to mattress, fuckin over night
Took grandma to the church, had to pay my ties
100 G’s to the preacher, shoulda seen his eyes
My auntie cry every time when she sees me strapped
But these lil nigga to kill yo life is just one trip
Keep my pistol cocked, homie I don’t fuck with cowards
Took my bitch out the hood, here’s a million dollars
Put my trust in God and I love haters
Cus every time they talk shit, nigga I get paper
Watch yo enemies, you even got to watch yo friends
Peter told Jesus he love Him then he did Him in
Boz caused this shit last year man this shit funny
Real niggas that turned bitch behind a little money
I thank God for my potna, my nigga Joey
Cus when I was hurt and he ain’t talk shit, he said pitch and throw it

(Hook)
Yea, let’s make a toast to this real shit
And all the bullshit we had to deal with
We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I’m still rich
Rollin up switchers to this real shit
She still prayin for the patience not to kill shit
We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
It’s no limit to this real shit

(Verse)
It’s the untouchable, grew up on the Huxtable
So it’s nothing for me to kick in the door and fuck wit you
Tie you and yo bitch up, then hop in the truck wit you
You die on yo way to the trap, the knife stuck in you
This next bar for Rihanna, I’m fuckin you
Gangsta, hit it doggie style, what Chris Brown bump it to
Love bitches, smoke weed, cut pies, sold dope
Drove Rarris, parked Mazzis
Crooked on Appalachian sloaps
Ayo P they ain’t seen a cold nigga like this be
But these are the memoires of the gold rope
Hollywood never, them the white boys I sold coke
Crazy motherfucker, my conscience dream for a loco
Ice tea in them bricks, I been fuckin with Coco
11 years old, I had a triple beam before I had a G.I. Joe
Birds by the boatload, that bitch life in a choke hold
It’s hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to Ocho
Yea, ain’t no limit to this real shit
Masterin them pieces, 12, it’s time to kill shit

(Hook)
Yea, let’s make a toast to this real shit
And all the bullshit we had to deal with
We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I’m still rich
Rollin up switchers to this real shit
She still prayin for the patience not to kill shit
We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
It’s no limit to this real shit

(Outro)
Keep the credits rollin nigga
This my movie, I’m the director
I told yall niggas
Yall done woke up that motherfuckin sleep and jock

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(Hook x2)
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white
Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white

(Verse)
1000 grams, I done flipped it to a mill
And my nigga lookin crazy cus he gone off them pills
And my belt buckle say Versace
2 bundles in my waistline, hope the feds don’t stop me
On the freeway in that new Bentley truck
Following me 2 bad bitches in that fuckin rental truck
Told em meet me when they touchdown
Break it up, bust it down
Throw it in the air, drew breeze, it’s a touchdown
I don’t give a fuck, money by the gallons
Yea, I’m a rich nigga, I only fuck with style yea
Ice cream man with the snow white ghost
No limit in this bitch, throw it up and let it go

(Hook x2)
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white
Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white

(Verse)
Dope boy shit, real nigga anthem
Mr Mr I am, street niggas still them
Know what that mean, he official fiend
Hey baby, handclap, I’m going in
I don’t give a fuck what niggas say, I get my grind on
I don’t need security in the club, I got man on
White phantom, white 6’s, get my shine on
Bitches play them games but bitches know my man strong
Wrist full of rings, full of VVS rolls
In the club these G’s spendin racks and rolls

A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white

(Verse)
Last year I couldn’t make it rain
Do it bad, money tight
Pull up in that Maybach, all black with the gold stripes
Cold game, I did time
Project my bloodline
Thinkin bout my dog C, hopin he get free time
Me and P, we ball out
Dream field, we fall out
You a bad chick with a fowl mouth
I buy that mola
Downtown I carry that
3 to life, I married that
Used to be a real nigga
Now you just a real whack
On that highway with that real white
Some of yall just studios
That’s Yo Gotti and Young Jeezy,
Real hustlers know how it go
Sellin raw dope in a raw game
Killers come, they bust brain
Got 50 bricks, ain’t no dummy
Johnny Depp, blow money

(Hook x2)
A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white
Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white

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(Intro)
These niggas don’t know what being independent is all about
We go way back on this shit, man these niggas will sell their fuckin soul for the spotlight though

(Hook)
Shit, they want that
Spotlight
Do anything for the spotlight
They trickin for the spotlight
Sell their souls for the spotlight
Niggas look at me and now they want my life
It’s all about the spotlight
Girls that turn for the spotlight
Niggas doin it for the spotlight
Shit, it’s bout the spotlight

(Verse)
Niggas takin rides to Hollywood, turnin into fags
Niggas sell they baby mama for a motherfuckin jack
Listen to fellows, just throw it in the bag
And these motherfuckers mad, they ain’t never had this shit that I have for the spotlight
Nigga comin from the projects
Rappers livin off advances, never had a royalty check
And how that nigga gon make it fakin dog?
At the least marryin hoes that used to take it off
A nigga like me? Take my loss and shake it off
I’d rather go back to nothing than let you bitches ball
Fuck the TV, the movie deals, the spotlight
Before I let a bitch like Christina run my life

(Hook)
Spotlight
Do anything for the spotlight
Sell their souls for the spotlight
Take it off for the spotlight
See it’s all about the spotlight
Do anything for the spotlight
Sell their souls for the spotlight
Take it off for the spotlight
See it’s all about the spotlight

(Verse)
Nigga seen a KFC movie and still doin bad deals
360 nigga yea, that’s a fuckin bad deal
Wearin fake chains, livin in others niggas houses
And always talkin millions nigga, never even seen thousands
In the studio, waitin on yo ANR
And why that nigga roll up in a better car
Than you got, nigga why you fakin homie?
And that bad hoes you lustin fo is textin homie
I’d rather get independent money than be a puppet
Yea nigga you a star but you still a guppy
Sold yo soul to the devil and you keep frontin
Most these boys got more than you, you ain’t go nothing

(Hook)
Spotlight
Do anything for the spotlight
Sell their souls for the spotlight
Take it off for the spotlight
See it’s all about the spotlight
Do anything for the spotlight
Sell their souls for the spotlight
Take it off for the spotlight
See it’s all about the spotlight

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[Intro]
New niggas wearin’ dresses – fuck it, I ain’t scared to address it
Gangster niggas on skateboards?
I’m at the house breakin’ motherfuckin’ headboards
Real niggas stand up – three dollar niggas y’all man up
Real niggas stand up – I ain’t hatin’, three dollar niggas man up!

[Hook]
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don’t give a fuck
Turn a brick to a million bucks
Candy paint on my foreign whip
Frito Lay, we got corn chips
Middle finger, we don’t give a fuck
Turn a brick to a million bucks

[Verse 1]
Hatin’ niggas just ride off
I’m the corporation, bitch, and the bylaw
You the motherfuckin’ secretary
You got on lipstick, nigga, lookin’ hella scary
Bitch nigga be gone, bitch
Starin’ at me, what’s wrong, bitch?
I’m in the Louis shoes and the shirt
Hoe nigga, you got a Louis purse
Bitch nigga, you ain’t right
Mad at me ‘cause my paper right
Mad at me ‘cause my paper right
And you know your bitch ass can’t even fight

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Slutty boy game, bitch – who I came with?
Three hoes, one date, fuckin’ with the same dick
No metro, .38 Special
Left when she asked for some snots on the petrol
That’s a no-no, Louis, no logo
Liquor store, fuck the pussy up and down, pogo
What’s next? High-def, shoot slow-mo
In between her legs, turn my Jheris into cornrows
Find me fuckin’ on a badass hoe
LA beat with the DC flow
Louis V sheets, said she keep it on the low
Got a nigga out the streets, stripper bitch for my bro

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Aye… what these faggot niggas on, P?
Me an Trel Louis’d down all in DC
Aye… I see these niggas made hoes choose ‘em
Rare bitch, green eyes with a big booty
You’ll get your shit pushed back for the right fact
I got them fakers on sight, we gon’ eat that
Ain’t with the new cool, we just gettin’ money
Foreign whips, candy paint, they gon’ look funny
I got 10 exotic bitches for the foreign car
Quarter-piece, groupie hoes, we gon’ fuck ‘em all
Mr. Chow every day, sushi roll salmon
Master P, five mil’, just one album

[Hook]

[Outro]
Brick to a million bucks
Brick, brick to a million bucks

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Nigga on my phone said he need coke
Bitch who is you, motherfucking 5 o
You a snitch nigga, bitch, you a bitch nigga
I ain't sell one in 10 years, I'm a rich nigga

[Hook]
I hear you yabbing, I ain't feelin that
Talking to the people, I ain't feelin that
Killa talking with them hoes, I ain't feelin that
The bitch playing with my dough, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that

Call my dick a choo choo, he can get it done
Fuck 5 o nigga we ain't gotta run
I'm from the projects nigga we gonna dumb dumb
Windows down, choppers out, bitch here we come
Bad nigga I made it, got food up in the kitchen
Hoes say they love me, niggas out here steady snitching
Real niggas gonna feel me, fake niggas gonn run
My young niggas popping and they all tolting them guns
I'm a beast with these hammers, niggas I don't need streets
I had chill for a minute but a nigga gott eat
Don't ask me why I'm doing it, cause nigga I'm so real
Got bananas for the monkey, put out a nigga deal, haaa

[Hook]
I hear you yabbing, I ain't feelin that
Talking to the people, I ain't feelin that
Killa talking with them hoes, I ain't feelin that
The bitch playing with my dough, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that

See that graduae, I ain't feelin that fuck no
This og kush it's got me high, I'm where the ceiling at, fucking right
Young dumb nigga, on that gwap shit
Never had a job, fuck a job nigga we rob shit
Bitch you ... I'm fascinate with glock
Your bitch nigga, a snitch nigga, communicating with cops
Got this magnum on me, all black on me
In a jungle gorilla we wild
Straight real niggas, no rats homie
We all tryina get a bite
I'm in this bitch I'm going hard
I beat the case, murder charge
I'm gangster chief, you done heard of me
I'm head first up in the street
You hating dog, I ain't feelin it
This g shit, I'm living it, I'm living it, I'm living it
Fucking right, I'm living it
You a snitch boy, a bitch boy
I'ma call you a redhead
Bad nigga, stabbed nigga
Got a ... on your head nigga
We in this for the money nigga
Fuck the fame, ...bang with your bitch
Get some motherfucking brain

[Hook]
I hear you yabbing, I ain't feelin that
Talking to the people, I ain't feelin that
Killa talking with them hoes, I ain't feelin that
The bitch playing with my dough, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that
I ain't feelin that, I ain't feelin that

Suicide dog on the whip, you ain't getting money boy pow
Shut up, you's ...
Getting adolescent all my pockets are grown up
...got the game sold up and the...
You's a bitch nigga, running round town you's a snitch nigga
Got a full team, ... go off in a ditch nigga,
Yeah he ain't bout that life ...
I ain't feelin that, he ain't real and all
Chopper fill them up, ambulance pick them up
I don't give a fuck
I bet you feel it now
One shot, turn your fitted to a snap back
Yeah I rap tracks, still rap traps
Where your racks at, you broken I ain't feelin that

I'm in it for the money nigga, fuck the fame
There's no limit forever bitch we never change.

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I love when you see that..right there
see that's just real charges..
and it cool man I just touch to look like basketball
and yeah you see my hole up

Hook:
She bust that ass like,
she bust that ass like
and made it clap like
and throw it back like
pull on time baby
get it, get it get it
now make it roll girl
get it, get it get it
get it get it
now tell you go girl
get it, get it get it
get it, get it get it
now drive it low girl, get it, get it get it
did you see get it, get it get it girl

Benz new was it she ballin..got the vision
you ain't dixon with them clothes off
and you, and I thought 'cause I got it
and you watch em while you pop it
and they comin on my pocket while you
my nigga bottle poppin girl drive it
now move it my..see you pick it up
and ..when she get it then mix it up
I came here to blow my money really I don't give a f*ck
pocket on..change from like a dixie cop
get it from the fifty shades on for this money
make the ..I aint gettin no money
I don't cape up on my make up
and then make a take it off from me
my best conversation is when the ass talk to me
hole up

Hook:
She bust that ass like,
she bust that ass like
and made it clap like
and throw it back like
pull on time baby
get it, get it get it
now make it roll girl
get it, get it get it
get it get it
now tell you go girl

I'm in this bitch I'm feelin good
my niggas is with me we keep it hood
shawty poppin she doing the thing
she with me she bad nigga
she thank I got bit money I look bout the ball out
think em to the mall shit we can just ball out
how you're doing you hell her fine
I see you working I wanna make you mine
gotta a bill I can make it rain on it
one hundreds in the ..let me put my name on it
I'm silly with it callin nigga silly with it
you ever seen invisible doors on the new Bentley
hole up

[Hook:]

hole up in the Maserati and this ..look like some..
you know I got some stupid bitches
all my ..let it all about us ..
gipsi make up nigga wanna meet me
say on the..bitches see like..
drop it low on the floor got the ..
then I make the speed can't keep up wanna rest me wanna cup
my judie is so obedient she like to talk bad
you know she pop the holla she addicted to on that
get it, get it get it
but it ain't shit if you ain't with it
sippin sippin sippin
roll up nigga seat down
when I roll up when I nose up ..like niggas
like the models ..they like the shoot shoot
hole u[

[Hook:]

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Brinks : Gucci Mane

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is the big gucci we got money in the bank
.. while we are living tight
keep on hard on the paid
.. i get pussy every day
cause a pussy can’t mistake .. dollars in my right
.. look at me what you did
..i am selling cds globally
..i get office of million dollar
just to throw it all

ice cream .. i left the streets heating
.. man i got the flipper
come and trying to get my .. dollar
big squad soldiers don’t run till it’s over
.. can’t change my life full .. i was in it
we never done it tried to play the game you all never won it
don’t try to be replaced .. i am a ghetto stars

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