Chorus: Half-A-Mill] Real Thugs is ridin tonight (Real Thugs, Real Thugs) Smokin lye gettin high tonight (Gettin high, gettin high) Real Thugs is riding tonight (Real Thugs, Real Thugs
You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor Went from God to God damn Damn God, you're killin' it Should incorporate it, invest half a mil
with a chick like that Sticky spit like that, what? What? What? Nine inches, hoe, we packin' dick like that Six on the dice, we rollin' licks like that Half a mil
real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real I'm the real, real Born
uh Uh-uh, uh uhhh! Mr. Gzus, Twice Thou Ray Benzino! I spit that thug shit, the whole world wanna bang to Amazin, Mr. Benzino from the Made Men Half Peurto Rican, half
I'm a Hot Boy to the police And I'm a thug on the street Yeah I score from Slim and B 10 a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves Goin' for 2 G's
Add it all up, it's 'bout a **** **** You can't be serious, you **** ain't for real Just my ears alone is like a quarter a mil Hit ya by the tech and
blazed, to you, froze it up Had your name to the crease so you closed it up I'm one in a mil, niggas got me gunnin' for real Leavin' you nothin' to
is hard Shit get real, head get bust, blood spill It's 'bout havin' thangs, that's why I want a mill I want a mil ticket mil ticket (Gettin' wicked) On the real
goin down Fox Tell them [Verse 3: Foxy] It's about to go down For the showdown You real on it Can you but a half a mil And ya deal on it? Niggas keep
need a hot 16? I need a hot hundred thou 'causez half of these rap niggas just be runnin' they mouth The other half in the ATL runnin' the South 10 mil
And I want my 10 G's cause Yayo caught a brick I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a smart move Cause in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a cartoon 3 years
Hi-Tek geah 'Cause anybody can get it Anybody anybody can get it (Project shit) Real recognize real, geah geah This as real as it gets This as real as
about it I got a new deal For a few mil Shoot to kill You fruity like dru hill You spare change you ain't even half a man 'cause Matter of fact you ain
t have half my shit, have half this clip Dassit, unless you gon pass yo bitch I'm into pimpin murderin and credit card skams When I was sellin coke I wanted a hundred a
nice Shit spit got a six and I'm fucking ya wife Yo this time around its just me 'Gruff and L So get you some henny and blaze a fuckin L This time its
plenty gravy I spilled Recorded in the history of rap, two inch reels Seven to ten mills, eleven to twenty hills Rest in peace to my brother Half-A-Mil Unnecessary blood spilt, another thug
