Real Niggas Don't Scam

"Marc Boomin, this you?"

Ugh huh

Train

Real niggas don't scam

Bloop blop blam, real niggas don't scam
Got down on yo man, found dead In that van
Real niggas don't scam, we get it in hand to hand
Yea baby I'm the man, Say my fuckin name again
I'm amazin with the pen, God deliver me from Sin
If you get me out of this I promise not to sin again
Standing tall flat footed, feet planted In the sand
Don't scam, whole land In a trance
Got em rockin world wide from Japan down to France
Real niggas Don't scam God damn God damn
Studio late night acouple songs In the can
Just smoked one blunt about to roll another gram
Studio late night acouple songs In the can
Just smoked one blunt about to roll another gram
Studio late night acouple songs In the can
Just smoked one blunt about to roll another gram
Could It be because I'm hot why I'm surrounded by these fans
Sugar cream to the mix cause the original was bland
This A hybrid soda mix, whoop the whopty with the wham
Real niggas don't scam I won't say this shit again, right

Real don't scam loyalty a hundred grand, right

Real niggas don't scam I won't say the shit again, right

Real niggas don't scam

Real niggas don't scam

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