real or fake

take it from the top

let's go out here and roll

on hating ass niggaz

you can't get your motherfucking weight up

so you keep your hate up

we gon' show you how it's done mayn

king of the ghetto and corleone

screwed up click for life nigga

real talk

fuck you ol' punk ass

strong enough for a man made ass niggaz

i'm a southside nigga

third ward to be exact

catch me coming down the boulevard

banging fat pat

you looking at an american gangsta in the flesh

broke bread with true g's

and fronted a few ki's

moved out to cali

graduated to p-t's

o.g. granddaddy

i'm so fooling

tell the truth

dj screw made me

without him

ya'll wouldn't know mike d

i was just lil' mike

bam had a hogg in training

running cars in breeze ways

all day stanging

while ya'll had

ya'll hoes on your mind

i was posted by the labor pool

rocking for rocking them nines

before and after school

making it pop

yeah a nigga dropped out

but graduated to blocks

had a dream

by 21 i'd be a millionaire

few bumps in the road

i'm almost there

either you real

or you fake

cause real niggaz don't fold

don't bend or break

we just trying to get our cash on nigga

and if you disrespect

we'll get our blast on nigga

i'm a quiet nigga

but i've got a competitive nature

balling out of control

like number 8 from the lakers

i'm kobe

ain't no other king of the ghetto i'm the one and only

i bet all your nieces and nephews

and cousins know me

i rise above the competition

cause they're so below me

kinda like what a geneva watch

is to a rolley

and i know king johnny

the real king johnny

those diamonds are not shining homie

you've never seen johnny

screwed up click

soldiers united for cash

we legal now

so it ain't no mo' circles in the stash

or circles in the door panel

or circles in the dash

well piss me off and i'll merk you

now you part of the past

cause i'm an asshole

by nature

and i don't love my bitch

i love my paper

and you ain't shit

if you ain't never been screwed up

but you gon' take a nasty punch

if i lace my shoes up

first off nigga

you not my kind

must be deaf dumb and blind

i got blood on mine

me and ro ain't now playing

skip nan' state

slaved over nan' pot

to take a bite off my plate

ro

i don't know what the hell wrong with these young niggaz

got a thousand drug habits

want me to front em jiggas

say you're a man

try buying your own

so you can quit the silly games

like not answering your phone nigga

when you been the king of the ghetto

fucking with a bitch

know i've been trying to make chicken salad

out of chicken shit

just trying to hit another lick

and i hope a snitch ain't there to witness it

i'd rather slit my wrists fucking going to jail

where somebody can watch me shit

yes i'm in love with my freedom

but i take penitentiary chances

just to make sure

i never return to wrongest circumstances

that's the reason

i'm trying to get my cash on nigga

might even come visit you

with my mask on nigga give it up

and there you have it

screwed up click for life

and i ain't fooling

z-ro the crooked

a.k.a. king of the ghetto

mike d a.k.a. the black osama

it's really going down

screwed up click real talk

all my crip mo'fuckers

throw your sets up

all my blood mo'fuckers

throw your sets up

all my 4 mo'fuckers

throw your sets up

all my brown pride niggaz

throw your sets up

all my mo city niggaz

throw your sets up

all my 3rd ward niggaz

throw your sets up

all my sunnyside niggaz

throw your sets up

all my hiram-clarke niggaz

throw your sets up

all my south-north niggaz

throw your sets up

all my worldwide niggaz ha