Fake/Real的歌词

Nigga ya gutted/ya paper on a budget/ ya aint got a pot to piss in, no bucket/ you niggas call ass on facts you cant cover/ ya homie got bread, but you dead luggage/ tommy tucker/neighborhood sucker/ ya baby momma duck ya/bitches wont fuck ya/ ya petty thief, ya name is don't trust ya/ betta stay out them peoples' store ‘fore the cops cuff ya/ david ruffin/eddie kain puffa/ nights like this ya wish for ???/ when raindrops fall on ya head wit no umbrella, fella eh eh eh/ya broke/ya busted/ya gutted You gutted/ch ch you gutted/ you talkin bout that bread but ya bread aint buttered/ ch ch you gutted/uh uh you gutted/ you talkin ace of spades but you ballin on a budget/ yea yea you gutted/ch ch you gutted/ you see us v.i.p. gold bottles and dem buckets/ yea yea you gutted/ch ch you gutted/ wit the roc boys in the house open bar we got it covered Bicth ya gutted/whole twist fucked up/ ya knees stay scuffed up, from sucking that nut up/ just to get a buck to get your hair did done