Lyrics Too Real - King Von

(D-D-DJ FMCT)
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)

Man, these n- h-, I already know (I know)
Tell him drop the lo' (what?) He gon' get exposed (get exposed)
Too real, I cannot go (I can't), plus, I keep a p- (keep my p-)
My chain white and gold (white and gold), wrist so cold, I'll make it snow (make it snow)

Rap beef turn to homicide (uh-huh), you diss then we gon' slide (what? Huh?)
He got shot, but he ain't d- (what?) Sike, you know he d- (uh-huh)
I fell back and got my bands up (uh-huh), still, I'll make you put your hands up (put your hands up)
I'm with E. dogg, he gon' blam somethin' (uh-huh), free D. Rose, he ain't tell nothin'

How you real? Your homie just got k- (how?) And you still ain't did nothin' (what?)
You the type to get booked and tell on your friends and act like you ain't said nothin' (damn, damn)
I'll be damned, n- know who I am (they know)
We got the call and spinned the van, we call it 2 a.m. (let's go, let's go)
N- think it's sweet since I got rich like I won't shoot at them (boom, boom)

I'm on the block, still fuck a broke n- b- boy, I don't give a s-
Ice so cold I make her sick, know who my dentist is
I done s- so many men (what?) I think I'm 50 Cent (I think I am)
I ask once, won't ask again (I won't), know who you dealin' with
If I crack once, won't crack again (I won't), ain't with that feelin' shit (ah, nah, nah)

Man, these n- h-, I already know (I know)
Tell him drop the lo' (what?) He gon' get exposed (get exposed)
Too real, I cannot go (I can't), plus, I keep a p- (keep my p-)
My chain white and gold (white and gold), wrist so cold, I'll make it snow (make it snow)

Rap beef turn to homicide (uh-huh), you diss then we gon' slide (what? Huh?)
He got shot, but he ain't d- (what?) Sike, you know he d- (uh-huh)
I fell back and got my bands up (uh-huh), still, I'll make you put your hands up (put your hands up)
I'm with E. dogg, he gon' blam somethin' (uh-huh), free D. Rose, he ain't tell nothin'