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I keep heat in a jeep, you can't beat Detroit
Try that strong arm shit and you get buried alive
All ya'll niggaz is big, but none ya'll is ready to die
You say it's a art, blame nothin' you say in your heart
It's a freak mind game we play when we smart
It's a sixth sense that real niggaz got
Yo, we know, just know, if you a hoe, or not
If I could filter out the game, I would
I'll speak niggaz name, Imma bet they got the same opinions about me
It's like a two way street, with two cars racin' each other
On the right track and goin' the wrong way on the other

Yeah
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
[Chorus]
Real niggaz on the prowl
Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggaz on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Yeah, I robbed a nigga before, but do that make me a thug?

Was stupid and young
[Verse 2]
Things niggaz can do with a gun
You never put fear in my heart
Talkin' all loud and obnoxious
What most of you do when you pop shit
I'm payin' the price now, 'cause it cost to shine
Look into the eyes of this nigga before you judge him
And whoever thought that I lost it done lost his mind, nigga
You better be prepared to die for this nigga before you love him
My shit is real, 'cause I'm the realest
See how many real niggaz feel it
So fuck Ill, you can be the illest
I don't ever plan to go back to the streets, it's cold
Back to work with a mother fuckin' week in a hole
Lost with blind motivation, I ain't a thug
I'd rather be Royce five-apostrophe, nine-quotation
So how you love that nigga, the game done changed

You got a problem on your hands and this a nigga with brains
Yeah
[Chorus]
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggaz on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggaz on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs

{*DJ scratching*}