Paul Wall - I'm Real, What Are You? Lyrics

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big city terrorizer say it say it now.

Hello world sup everybody i'm speaking to all the ppl out there.

There comes a time to where you have to know who you are

[dipset skoal game]

And what you are to overcome things

Oh and by the way my name is kl....c

The drum ma___ ya heard me?

But this not about me this is about the ppl's champ

From houston texas my partner paul wall

Tell em who you are!

{chorus}

I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)

I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)

I'm gettin money stayin' true chasin paper what it do

I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)

I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)

I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)

I'm gettin money stayin' true chasin paper what it do

I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)

I'm grindin like a rotor and i'm postin like a sticky note

Stackin up that paper pockets fatter than a dukie rope

Boyz lookin sick but that docta got that antidote

Hatin cuz they broke suckas fake as a 30 spoke.

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I'm watchin the stock quotes i'm real as a pac _____

But these clowns be actin funny like a knock knock joke

They cramp on my style cuz i got money and power

My paper long as the nile so how them hatas like me now?

Them bustas on the prow so i'm ten tokes down

I'm puttin all yall to sleep so put on your night gown

Some tatoos and a ice grill dont make you real

These cats be actin frauder than a 4 dollar bill.

[chorus]

I'm a gun holdin blunt smokin paper chasin ladie banger

Fly boy somethin like a aviatorha yeah

I'm you girls super hero her caped crusader

So go head and hate me cuz i hate a hater.

It take money to make money i said

So you gotta have dough to make bread where i'm from

I aint chew get it i stay true with it

Barbed wire flow dont get tangled in it

Real nigga yes all about the hustle

Till i get that call from god sayin"i want you"

I been trough it i past struggle thats right

Every day i in the street trying to complete a mad puzzle

White coupe pedal mashed down

Seats soft like i sat on hash brownies

I get money dont ask me ask 'round

Big money like i work downtown.

[chorus]

I'm one hundred but them other boys frontin

They just sideline commentating we call it dumb fuckin

They sweet as apple pie as they spreadin them lies

They smile up in your face but so quick to jump f___

You swear they so cool but they turn like doorknobs

They say they hardcore but they friendlier than spongebob

Im tryin to stay afloat stayin up on my note

So that highness is what i tote affordin the overcoat.

I roll with a platoon that'll put you in your tomb

And then mark up your body like mr. cartoon

Its real in these streets when you chasin that guap

Cuz that hatin around the clock will it ever stop

Probobly not.

[chorus]

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