Besedila:
Real Live Ain T No Love

of luck No loot or nothing, you know that other fuck-up Well, if I ain't got, I'ma take I got a burner in your face, son, ain't no escape from the mental

one life for sure Lemme tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you) I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you) And I'ma be your one guy

't really wanna show up any later Because soon were gonna party like it's new years Yo I'm lovin all the music that there playin But I ain't hereing

don't, I don't, I don't, I don't I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin? (Please

You are now entering a Bad Boy zone (3x) Yeah! [Morock] This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to love I cripple thugs, just because You not Jada

ain't fly But nigga can't name nothing that we ain't buy Or we ain't try, or we ain't drive The judge said, "Not guilty" and he ain't lie Niggas need

that enemy that you can't see But you wanna be, you ain't shit to me Playa, it ain't hard for you to get to me Playa, my real dogs they'll spit for

and diamond rings 'Cause real niggaz do real things Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real

hero (uh huh) I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh) You can't tame Lloyd