Ride On Dem Bustas - C Murder

[Featuring Magic  Ke'Noe] 
(Helicopter propeller) 
(Whisper getting louder) 
Real nigga 
Real nigga 
Real nigga 
Real nigga 
(C Murder in background) 
From the motherfucking (?) 
On to the motherfucking Beats By The motherfucking Pound 
It's the realist 
Nigga I walk with a dirty gun with a motherfucking round 
Chorus (2x): 
Real niggas and we ride on them bustas 
We some real niggas scream fuck them motherfuckers 
(C-Murder) 
I smoke weed, when my mind gone, I aint tripping 
Bullets flipinng, young nigga bout that hollow chipping 
Fliping Ki's on the block, where them G's at 
Go them hoes sucking my dick till they knees crack 
Drop top 6 all black with the black tints 
I got them niggas pushing crack like a Mack 10 
A dollar short and I'm coming 
bout to have these fools running 
Hundred rounds humming, bout to break em off something 
Call my cousin Rock on the Mobile phone, he at home 
Macnolia projects, straight from Clebourne 
In the city, where the shitty niggas quick to give you 
A ticket to the morgue (nigga) after they kill you 
Fuck the penn, cause if I go again, I'm a rider 
You never catch me slipping, I got my heater right beside, uh 
Running from the cops, cause the law, I don't trust ya 
I'm a real nigga and I ride on them bustas, I'm a 
Chorus (2x) 
(Magic) 
I sick and I'm tired of all the fakers 
Niggas be talking about they gonna keep it real 
Nigga give me the strap and get in the back 
This shit is about to get real 
I came here a head-buster, a dome-crusher 
They founded out I can rap and uh told me put down the strap 
Now I'm getting favors screaming NIGHTWARD 
I written this shit, I took