Real Or Fake Niggas Lyrics - Singles - Noreaga

Chorus: Final Chapter 

Is you a real or a fake nigga 

Get caught and run ya trap to the jake niggas 

Tryin to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga 

When shit get sweet, this click we can taste it 

{Final Chapter} 

Ain't nuthin worse than a snake on a daily basis 

The words that test, my job to the shit is trying to ace it 

Pissin on this shitty pavement, beef is snare 

Cock back scream what, then face it 

Real niggas make it, while bitch niggas fake it 

Sippin henicee, on the rocks and never O.J. to chase it 

My click take niggas back like Jane Close in Acin' 

Feelin for niggas who stomach hurtin', never ate shit 

Final Chapter, want ya niggas to sleep 

'cause we be comin up this hill, and this hill is steep 

I spit hard to make it tougher for ya clowns to eat 

Thugged out, my niggas lay it down in the streets 

Pound to wheat, from overseas, from L.F.C. 

Home of the legends, plus missions beats 

For this tale to decrease, y'all all turn sucka 

We fly O.T., with fire brain in our chucka 

{Noreaga} 

Yo I was told by 3 wise men, you gotta get dough times ten 

And when ya mula correct, aiyo the dough straight just 

flow down to ya neck 

Get ya cash up, 'cause some time you pass ass up 

Get ya dough right, I knew you were gonna fuck with a slut 

My flow is in and out, and out and in 

No doubt, make ya niggas say ouch again 

And the shit mine, get my journal's a spit shine 

Stay hard, plus a nigga hit hard tard 

If I ain't in Iraq, then I'm right in the marge 

Tao-tao-tao, like the Flipmode Squad 

Nigga hop my shit, so when you cop my shit 

You got a shotgun? Nigga gonna cop my shit 

Yeah my name papi, but I ain't poppin shit 

Straight knock you out, like the Rocky shit 

While ya cornballs nigga, straight coppin shit 

Chorus: Final Chapter {modified} 

Is you a real or a fake nigga? 

Get caught and run ya track to the jakes niggas 

Trying to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga 

When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas 

Embrace niggas 

To the death, we be livin it up 

All my niggas who ain't givin a fuck 

Cop ya shit and bust 

Don't look here, if you hate nigga 

When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas 

Embrace niggas 

{Final Chapter} 

It's been a while comin, fullback endzone with me 

Times is paper, gotta make moves slowly 

Things changin, prepare for the occasion 

School face only, slanted eyes like a Masian 

You ain't amazin me, or facin me 

Give them 2 weeks, I hope fiends are blazin key 

And when you flash ya cards, you never surprise us 

Y'all like deetechs, need better disguises 

Word from the wises, get dough, break bread 

Catch me with a virgin that strictly give head 

And when there's somethin on my mind, then it quickly get said 

Freestyle, M.O.B., nigga voi p now 

Thugged voice, first choice, ya clowns is secondary 

Still full of couple things short like February 

From Iraq to P.R., the world is ours 

We are, Final Chapter, thugged out, we'll see ya 

Chorus #2