Real Street n*gga (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Never tell on nobody
Never sold a brick before
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Never tell on nobody
Never sold a brick before
Real street n*gga

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Pay my respect to John Gotti
Look at all the sh*t he did, ain't tell on nobody
Real street n*ggas, they don't talk in interrogation
Folks put the pressure, on them on the investigation
But with every street n*gga, I am money making
I got it at the streets too, jugged up and down the pavement
All my life, paper chasing
Fred Grant, Jessey Lincoln
And no, I ain't gang bang
I know real gang bangers
I'm a real street n*gga
Can't no n*gga outtake me
Most of you rappers have never seen the streets, so stop faking
Big to your hustle, know that money make you impatient
Real street n*gga work the doughs at their track crazy
[Chorus: Young Scooter & OG Boo Dirty]
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Never tell on nobody
Never sold a brick before
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga (Yeah)
Never tell on nobody (G)
Never sold a brick before
Real street n*gga

[Verse 2: OG Boo Dirty]
Street n*gga certified
Boss n*gga lifestyle
Age of fifteen, I was shootin' sh*t and running wild
Momma couldn't do nothing with me
Promised the penitentiary
Ten years later, still the gangsta'est n*gga in the city
Memphis most wanted, n*gga, my daddy couldn't do sh*t with me
Robbin', no mask on
Two forty's, one black and chrome
My brothers was all I had, my family wasn't sh*t to me
They say I wasn't blessed, I wouldn't make it to see twenty three
Two years later, n*gga, b*tch I'm still living good
Made a million dollars [?] my neighborhood
The same n*ggas I came with
Same n*ggas I bang with
Disrespect the mob, them the same n*ggas who flame sh*t, it's G
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Never tell on nobody
Never sold a brick before
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Never tell on nobody
Never sold a brick before
Real street n*gga

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
You ain't no street n*gga, I can see through you
When my n*ggas juggin', when my n*ggas workin'
If you out there in the streets, money is the purpose
Gotta know to work the corner, you'll get time for it
And the roadrunner trips, I put my life on it
With all these blocks, I can be a brick mason
With all these bands, I take money, vacation
Put G's on the pot, shawty wrist crazy
Put D's on my watch, got on real diamonds
I never seen you on the block when I was out grinding
I got bales in the air, I got bricks flying
I'm a real street n*gga, these other rappers lying
They gon' vouch for me
They gon' vouch for me
All the real street n*ggas, they gon' vouch for me
All the OG bosses, they gon' vouch for me
They gon' vouch for me
They gon' vouch for me
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Never tell on nobody
Never sold a brick before
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Real street n*gga
Never tell on nobody
Never sold a brick before
Real street n*gga