Real sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Tay600 speakin'
You are now listenin' to the L'A Nation General, n*gga
All you lil n*ggas, man, you n*ggas is not L'A'd up, man
Who put you in? Not me

[Verse 1]
Look, I was raised in the heart of the jungle
Any n*gga try to pull my card we gon' rumble
.45 get to ripping parts 'til he crumble
Hating ass n*ggas try to make me fall, I ain't stumble
Choppa shells make a big tall n*gga tumble
My money talk, y'all sh*t just mumble
Remember Coach told me get the ball, I ain't fumble
And I still answer when he call 'cause I'm humble
He talking beef sh*t, boy we got guns too
Youngins slide through, get to blowing out the sunroof
Put the beam on him, where the f*ck he gonna run to?
TEC with the scope, what the f*ck you n*ggas wan' do?
We got MACs, semis, we got drums too
Posted up, Smith and Wesson, you can come through
Send a couple young bulls, to go hunt you
And they coming quick fast n*gga one, two
You the type to sneak diss over sh*t
I'm the youngin with the gunplay from the six
Broke ass n*gga, y'all boys need a fix
Pass that MAC to A.B.E, call that a assist
Hollow tips get to coming fast like a pitch
Bunch of wild n*ggas on your ass like a b*tch
See a opp lacking, catch his ass with a b*tch
Now his ass laying in the grass or a ditch
Jewelry on me, got these b*tches wanna cuff me
F&N on me, dare a n*gga try to touch me
Sneak dissing like the pus*y n*gga want beef
Say he want war, slide up on him, now we up three
Yeah, that's what I call a real war, n*gga
Got them sticks with us, all up on tour, n*gga
I'll leave yo ass wet like a shore
We them killers, where you sleep, where your door n*gga?
[Interlude 1]
I tried telling these n*ggas, man
You n*ggas is not f*cking, f*cking with me, man
You n*ggas is lil n*ggas, man
Stay in y'all motherf*ckin' lane, man
Let big dogs do what big dogs do, you hear me?

[Verse 2]
n*ggas rapping about streets but ain't in it
Ask about us, L'A gang, b*tch, we winning
Running round in stolen whips, and they tinted
Run into him at the light, now he finished
Foreign b*tch just gave me top, think she British
.40 Glock make him flip like a gymnast
Got some n*ggas whipping work like a chemist
100 round just hit him, put him in Guinness
I can never show a n*gga no mercy
If I spot you then I'm gon' do you dirty
Heard the n*gga talkin', like he gon' hurt me
Put shots up in him, right out the .30
All up in his back, they calling him Curry
Paramedics pick him up in a hurry
Say what you gon' do, I don't got no worries
If a n*gga try to play he get buried

[Interlude 2]
Let a n*gga try to play, he gon' get buried, man
That's word to L's, word to L'A, word to all my motherf*ckin' dead homies
Let a n*gga try to play
Leave a n*gga right where he staying, you hear me?
[Verse 3]
Coming where I'm from, it's hella homicides
If you run up on me, let the Ruger ride
A lot of n*ggas they be haters in disguise
I can see it, I just look up in they eyes
pus*y talking sh*t like, I'm gon' let it slide
pus*y talking sh*t like, I'm gon' let it slide, n*gga
Choppas sic up on him, now they sleeping on him
If I got it on me put the feet up on him
Leaking in the street then put them sheet up on him
.40 clips up on him, 30 sticks up on him
I thought yo ass weren't lacking, how they get up on you?
Talking like you 'bout it, better keep it on you
Nickel get to clapping, now they creeping on you
n*ggas think they Cappin, Cap don't even know you

[Outro]
n*ggas think they Cappin, Cap don't even know you, hahaha
n*ggas think they Cappin, Cap don't even know 'em, you hear me?
n*ggas be out here crazy, foe, you hear me?
RIP Cap though