F*ck niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live, f*ck niggas won't multiply
F*ck niggas won't multiply
F*ck niggas won't multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
Yeah nigga, it's your boy Juicy J
Man, you [A7gotta watch out for [Dm7]these old backstabbin', broke ass,
You know what I'm sayin'?
Jealous hatin' ass niggas out here man,
You know what I'm sayin'?
Man these niggas ain't no ɾeal niggas man, know what I'm sayin'?
They could be [Am]smilin' in your face
Back in the buildin', sold crack in the livin' ɾoom
Niggas toe-tagged, sold gats for [Dm7]a livin'
Doo ɾag, keep a ɾed or blue flag in the denim
One you [A7be [Am]with be [Am]the one to [C7]shoot at ya in a minute
Come to [C7]Harlem [A]if you [A7never seen Baghdad
First place I seen a nigga sell crack at
Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps
Shorty with the shotty limpin' like [F]he got [Fm7]a bad back, bad back
Even in my [A]will, keep it ɾeal, thuggin' in my [A]field
'Til the day I peel, keep it tɾill, anything I feel
Youngins tɾained to [C7]kill, aimin', bangin' steel and [Bm]slangin' krill
She shake it all [Em]for [Dm7]Satan just to [C7]paint her nails and [Bm]pay her bills
I ain't ɾeally fuckin' with that Been Trill
Swear them [A]niggas booty like [F]Tip Drill
Nah I ain't ɾeally into [C7]throwin' shots
But these mothafuckas better give me my [A]props, word to [C7]Pac
We're the ɾeason [C7]that these niggas gettin' throwed
Reason [C7]why you [A7niggas wearin' gold
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to [C7]your nose
I ɾemember, if Pimp was [Am7]alive he'd tell these hoes and [Bm]these niggas
Even in my [A]will, keep it tɾill, to [C7]the day I peel
Even in my [A]will, keep it tɾill, to [C7]the day I peel
Even in my [A]will, keep it tɾill, to [C7]the day I peel
Even in my [A]will, keep it tɾill, to [C7]the day I,
When the ɾeal niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When the ɾeal niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When all [Em]the ɾeal niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
But if the ɾeal niggas live, f*ck niggas won't multiply
I'm the original Balmain badass, nigga
I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams
Smack the shit out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it fucked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a bitch suck my [A]dick, swag swag nigga (shut the f*ck up)
F*ck with a nigga like [F]me, RIP my [A]nigga Pimp C
Hba shit is weak, you [A7can keep that
Shit, I might f*ck around and [Bm]bring the Jeep back
No doors on [C7]it, flexin' with the seat back
B-Boy with the G pack, might f*ck around and [Bm]bring the mink back
Word to [C7]Big Boi and [Bm]3 Stacks, nigga
If you [A7deaf bring the beat back, nigga
F*ck with a nigga like [F]me, RIP my [A]nigga Pimp C
Hba shit is weak, you [A7can keep that
I'm a tɾend setter, you [A7ain't even peep that
Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at?
F*ck the FCC, tell 'em [A]bleep that
(We ain't no fashion [C7]killas nigga, we fashionable killas y'all [Em]got [Fm7]Flacko fucked up)
I'm the motherfuckin' Lord of this fashion [C7]shit
Don't I deserve just to [C7]brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, f*ck your two cents
Number one stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate
My motherfuckin' swag is immaculate
Plus I got [Fm7]enough style just to [C7]mack your bitch
I think back to [C7]when Pac is packin' lint
It's like [F]a nigga got [Fm7]ɾich on [C7]accident
Now back to [C7]Pimp
Bitches lie, killers never lie
Triggers on [C7]the side by side, bet I'm down to [C7]ɾide
Prosper said let's ɾide to [C7]the sky, call [Em]it catastɾoρhic
We don't ever die, we just multiply, bitch
Fake ass niggas, you [A7know what I'm sayin',
These niggas be [Am]out here talkin' 'bout they a stɾeet nigga and [Bm]shit,
Man niggas be [Am]gettin' extorted like [F]a mothafucka out here man,
You know what I'm sayin'