REAL DEAL STEPPA Lyrics

Claiming that you doing this and that

Today I'ma be your hairstylist, I'ma push your wig back

Did you hear that bar, did you dig that?

Pulled up on niggas' blocks, now we have six packs

Rolled up another one, gave it to the gang that's an opp pack

They'll share it like they have a pact, rotten flavor bet you can smell

Zombie nigga better not touch that

Oh murder what he wrote, I'm the sickest villain he ain't a hero

(Fah, fah)

In the sky there he go, I'ma let it blow, then I run here I go

Claiming that he got the juice, nigga you ain't Pac

Pull up with a deuce deuce, but now I call it a glock

I checked the time man, it's bust o' clock

A,for assassin b, came thru bleeing, C I did all the creeping

D, all these niggas did all the dipping, they had to run, come here my nigga, you little scum