Real Only - Uncle Murda

We up in this club, turning up this party

That sign on that front door say

Real niggas only, real niggas only, real niggas only

That sign on that front door say real niggas only

We up in this club, turning up this party

That sign on that front door say real bitches only

Real bitches only, real bitches only

That sign on that front door say

Real bitches only.

You blind, nigga, fuck and read that sign nigga

It’s real niggas, real goons, how the fuck you get inside nigga

Your ego and your pride nigga

That’s gonn make you die nigga

When the war’s on, and them heaters drawn

Y’all bitch niggas run and hide nigga

We the realest niggas that’s in the room

Realest niggas that’s in the room

My wolves out and they hollering

Like they seen the full moon

Them reaal niggas miss real shit

That real shit that they could ride to

So this real talk from a real nigga

My real voice and no autotune

I’m a shut em down, I’m a shut em down

It’s a real nigga here, it’s a fake nigga there

It’s a gun right here and I’m a gun him down

It’s a new jack city free t bow brown

Ride this too, we run this town

I was feelin like JFK, when I left that lot

I dropped my top, down

Why all real niggas all locked down

Runnin from the feds all underground

Got a 100 rounds drum with a thunder sound

Bang, bang, man down

Salute me nigga or stand down

Salute me nigga or stand down

We up in this club and we gonn tear this whole bitch down!

We up in this club, turning up this party

That sign on that front door say

Real niggas only, real niggas only, real niggas only

That sign on that front door say real niggas only

We up in this club, turning up this party

That sign on that front door say real bitches only

Real bitches only, real bitches only

That sign on that front door say

Real bitches only.

I’m a real bitch, I don’t fuck with you fake hoes

Your fake nails, your fake hair, them eye lids and them fake clothes

My matrix red or blue pill,

Giuseppe shoes or red heels

My body right and it’s full of curves

And I ain’t never hit no treadmill

You ain’t real nigga, you a combo

I show you real with a phone cord

I have murda and the murda team

Come out here and murder all y’all

What’s your name, I never heard of ya

You getting real money, then buy the bar

Please do me a favor, please keep the ice

Got all that in my audemar

Plus time is money, stop wasting it

You a real nigga, put your face in it

Watch a real bitch put a waist in it

Now that’s real shit, is you tastin it

I’m the best you ever had trackin in

Get your ray jay on, start tapin it

Or you the baker boy, I heard you cakin it

But I seen nigga stash, you fakin it

Just look at me, I’m so real

My closet worth at least 4 mill

When that Nas bag I just bought

I could have went in both 4 wheels

Alexander mcqueen hoe, murda team my team hoe

What you know about this scooter there’s 10 racks in my jeans hoe

We up in this club, turning up this party

That sign on that front door say

Real niggas only, real niggas only, real niggas only

That sign on that front door say real niggas only

We up in this club, turning up this party

That sign on that front door say real bitches only

Real bitches only, real bitches only

That sign on that front door say

Real bitches only.