N.O.R.E.: Real or fake niggaz

Chorus: Final Chapter Is you a real or a fake nigga Get caught and run ya trap to the jake niggas Tryin to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga When shit get sweet, this click we can taste it {Final Chapter} Ain't nuthin worse than a snake on a daily basis The words that test, my job to the shit is trying to ace it Pissin on this shitty pavement, beef is snare Cock back scream what, then face it Real niggas make it, while bitch niggas fake it Sippin henicee, on the rocks and never O.J. to chase it My click take niggas back like Jane Close in Acin' Feelin for niggas who stomach hurtin', never ate shit Final Chapter, want ya niggas to sleep Cuz we be comin up this hill, and this hill is steep I spit hard to make it tougher for ya clowns to eat Thugged out, my niggas lay it down in the streets Pound to wheat, from overseas, from L.F.C. Home of the legends, plus missions beats For this tale to decrease, y'all all turn sucka We fly O.T., with fire brain in our chucka {Noreaga} Yo I was told by 3 wise men, you gotta get dough times ten And when ya mula correct, aiyo the dough straight just flow down to ya neck Get ya cash up, cuz some time you pass ass up Get ya dough right, I knew you were gonna fuck with a slut My flow is in and out, and out and in No doubt, make ya niggas say ouch again And the shit mine, get my journal's a spit shine Stay hard, plus a nigga hit hard tard If I ain't in Iraq, then I'm right in the marge Tao-tao-tao, like the Flipmode Squad Nigga hop my shit, so when you cop my shit You got a shotgun? Nigga gonna cop my shit Yeah my name papi, but I ain't poppin shit Straight knock you out, like the Rocky shit While ya cornballs nigga, straight coppin shit Chorus: Final Chapter {modified} Is you a real or a fake nigga? Get caught and run ya track to the jakes niggas Trying to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas Embrace niggas To the death, we be livin it up All my niggas who ain't givin a fuck Cop ya shit and bust Don't look here, if you hate nigga When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas Embrace niggas {Final Chapter} It's been a while comin, fullback endzone with me Times is paper, gotta make moves slowly Things changin, prepare for the occasion School face only, slanted eyes like a Masian You ain't amazin me, or facin me Give them 2 weeks, I hope fiends are blazin key And when you flash ya cards, you never surprise us Y'all like deetechs, need better disguises Word from the wises, get dough, break bread Catch me with a virgin that strictly give head And when there's somethin on my mind, then it quickly get said Freestyle, M.O.B., nigga voi p now Thugged voice, first choice, ya clowns is secondary Still full of couple things short like February From Iraq to P.R., the world is ours We are, Final Chapter, thugged out, we'll see ya Chorus #2