[Intro: Real Gritter Mark]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Yeah, Real Gritter Official, nigga
I'm the first young nigga fifteen to bring twenty back from the road, you old broke-ass niggas
Boyz ENT, nigga
[Verse 1: Real Gritter Mark]
A nigga tried to pull my ho card a few times
But I been out here thuggin', robbin' niggas with a deuce-five
And I just came up off this lick and bought a new 9
A nigga shot at me, I shot back, hit him a few times
Everybody tough when they with they clique at school
But when you catch them niggas solo, niggas sweeter than some juice
Everybody ask me, Lil Mark was BGB
It mean Born Ghetto Babies, now bitch, come and cop some tree
And I dare a nigga try me, on my mama, I ain't sweet
Y'all gon' find his head blown off like they did Martin Luther King
They say rap different, nigga, this is all I know
Mark, how you make your money? 'Cause my prices is so low
And don't try to tax me, 'cause nigga, I ain't slow
If you ain't never did shit for me, then don't call me lil' bro
But I'ma keep chillin', I'm just waitin' 'til I blow
But in the meantime, tell your mom come cop some more
She spendin' money on crack, so now y'all sleepin' on the floor
[Interlude: Real Gritter Mark]
Damn
I forgot about your airbed, bro, my fault
Look
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Yeah, Real Gritter Official, nigga
I'm the first young nigga fifteen to bring twenty back from the road, you old broke-ass niggas
Boyz ENT, nigga
[Verse 1: Real Gritter Mark]
A nigga tried to pull my ho card a few times
But I been out here thuggin', robbin' niggas with a deuce-five
And I just came up off this lick and bought a new 9
A nigga shot at me, I shot back, hit him a few times
Everybody tough when they with they clique at school
But when you catch them niggas solo, niggas sweeter than some juice
Everybody ask me, Lil Mark was BGB
It mean Born Ghetto Babies, now bitch, come and cop some tree
And I dare a nigga try me, on my mama, I ain't sweet
Y'all gon' find his head blown off like they did Martin Luther King
They say rap different, nigga, this is all I know
Mark, how you make your money? 'Cause my prices is so low
And don't try to tax me, 'cause nigga, I ain't slow
If you ain't never did shit for me, then don't call me lil' bro
But I'ma keep chillin', I'm just waitin' 'til I blow
But in the meantime, tell your mom come cop some more
She spendin' money on crack, so now y'all sleepin' on the floor
[Interlude: Real Gritter Mark]
Damn
I forgot about your airbed, bro, my fault
Look
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