Multiply (Explicit)

F**k niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas die
Fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live
F**k niggas won't multiply
F**k niggas won't multiply
F**k niggas won't multiply
Yeah ni**a  it's your boy Juicy J
Man  you gotta watch out
For these old backstabbin'
Broke a**  you know what I'm sayin'
Jealous hatin' a** niggas out here man
You know what I'm sayin'
Man these niggas
Ain't no real niggas man
Know what I'm sayin'
Niggas be smilin' in your face
Back in the buildin'
Sold crack in the livin' room
Niggas toe-tagged
Sold gats for a livin'
Doo rag  keep a red
Or blue flag in the denim
One you be with be the one
To shoot at ya in a minute
Come to Harlem
If you never seen Baghdad
First place
I seen a ni**a sell crack at
Where the hustlers don't sleep
Take cat naps
Shorty with the shotty limpin'
Like he got a bad back  bad back
Even in my will  keep it real
Thuggin' in my field
'Til the day I peel  keep it trill
Anything I feel
Youngins trained to kill  aimin'
Bangin' steel and slangin' krill
She shake it all for Satan
Just to paint her nails and pay her bills
I ain't really f**kin' with that Been Trill
Swear them niggas booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't really into throwin' shots
But these mothaf**kas
Better give me my props
Word to Pac
We're the reason
That these niggas gettin' throwed
Reason why you niggas wearin' gold
Jail pose in the pictures
Prayin' fingers to your nose
I remember  if Pimp was alive
He'd tell these hoes and these niggas
Even in my will  keep it trill
To the day I peel
Even in my will  keep it trill
To the day I peel
Even in my will  keep it trill
To the day I peel
Even in my will  keep it trill
To the day I
When the real niggas die
Fake niggas gon' multiply
When the real niggas die
Fake niggas gon' multiply
When all the real niggas die
Fake niggas gon' multiply
But if the real niggas live
F**k niggas won't multiply
I'm the original Balmain badass
Ni**a
I'm the original Margiela madman
In the words of A$AP Yams
Smack the sh*t out a ni**a
In these skinny pants
Feel me
Don't get it f**ked up  ni**a
We been jiggy  been pretty
Still tell a b**ch suck my dick
Swag swag ni**a
F**k with a ni**a like me
RIP my ni**a Pimp C
HBA sh*t is weak
You can keep that
Sh*t  I might f**k around
And bring the Jeep back
No doors on it
Flexin' with the seat back
B-Boy with the G pack
Might f**k around
And bring the mink back
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks  ni**a
If you deaf bring the beat back  ni**a
F**k with a ni**a like me
RIP my ni**a Pimp C
HBA sh*t is weak  you can keep that
I'm a trend setter
You ain't even peep that
Where the hoes  where the w**d
Where the cheese at
F**k the FCC  tell 'em bleep that
We ain't no fashion killas ni**a
We fashionable killas
Ya'll got Flacko
F**ked up
I'm the motherf**kin'
Lord of this fashion sh*t
Don't I deserve just to brag a bit
Set the blueprint
F**k your two cents
Number 1 stunner
Ask Tumblr if I'm accurate
My motherf**kin' swag is immaculate
Plus I got enough style
Just to mack your b**ch
I think back to when pockets packin lint
It's like a ni**a got rich on accident
Now back to Pimp
B**ches lie  killers never lie
Triggers on the side by side
Bet I'm down to ride
Prosper said let's ride to the sky
Call it catastrophic
Say
We don't ever die
We just multiply  b**ch
Fake a** niggas
You know what I'm sayin'
These niggas be out here talkin' 'bout
They a street ni**a and sh*t
Man niggas be gettin' extorted
Like a mothaf**ka out here man
You know what I'm sayin'