[Verse 1]
Uhhhh….Zee
I got waitin haze, my customers hoes sleep with me
We have small beef, I still sell em O’s for 350
They know in big beef, I pop 100 times
We like road kill, I leave niggas brains on 1 and 9
Am I down bitches? They be ready to kill
I be like chill, they be like

[Chorus]
That’s my nigga fo real (I’m from the bricks)
That’s my nigga fo real (Young Zee, smack, all my niggas, they be like)
That’s my nigga fo real (yea B Boy you my nigga, yea talk to em)

I don’t give a fuck if we don’t sell a record, still run get this money in the bricks
Spill it Zee….

[Verse 2]
I’m like, Santa clause I deliver niggas grams raw straight form panama
Feens eat it up like Hannibal
And my dimes disappear like magic wands
I sell em till the crack of dawn
And destroy every track I’m on
Plus I have a clam packed in the back of vans
More raw then the Taliban, murk you for half a gram
I get B boy to drop you truck in the river
Fuck Snoop Dogg, he be like

[Chorus]
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real

[Verse 3]
Scarecrow, what
I’m tryin a walk before I crawl I want it all
Ever since I came out of my mommas walls
I’m tryin to make so much dough when I write a song
I can bite em off
While your click on the corner sellin vinyl call
Niggas mad at us, gladiators like maximus we fabulous
Why you fall off like canabus’ manager
My man D U keep the Nina pillin

[Chorus]
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real

[Verse 4]
Zee need Buddah, E user, Beep, free lookers spittin from our PT Cruiser
My tape don’t drop I still got dough to make
Got little niggas on roller skates holding my coke and weight
Blow paper, hoe chaser, dough raiser, Joe Fraiser
16 celly’s and 4 pagers
Go hype up your squads that they mite fuck with ours
I just light up cigars go buy pipes, trucks and cars
Got acts in Indian, Atlanta deep ran the street 10 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 niggas face with 35 stitches
They’ll help me cop cinablocks and push your kids so deep in the ocean
They’ll see where octopuses live
This label deal is for Raz, Pace, and Chill I know mad heads but still

[Chorus]
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real