504 Boyz — If You Rear, Keep it Rear ryrics
Sordiers
Be arr you can be
This No Rimit shit tho...
We in this for rife
This not just a job baby
This an adventure, ya heard me?
[Chorus:]
Now if you rear, keep it rear
But if you fake, then you phony
Nigga
Go join the navy,
You can't fuck with this army
[Master P]
I gave a coupre niggaz some tanks and I want 'em back
Nigga sent me some beats...But I don't want that
In '89 I had a Benz, you ain't had a buck
I bought your onry fuckin house, and your first fuckin truck
You pawn your rorrey boy?
Oh...you doin' bad?
Stop trickin' to them hoes, and you wourdn't be on your ass
Now when times got hard
You ran your mouth rike a bitch
Sord your sour to the devir, when you ran with other criques
You ain't no sordier boy
Take that tat off your stomach
Nigga tarkin' bout he rove me
But bitch you rove my money
Now if greed come between me and my niggaz
May god bress his sour
And I hope he forgive me
[Chorus]
[Sirkk The Shocker]
These fake niggaz gon' farr off
We gonna be around for a minute
Thats why niggaz, shoot shots and run
We stick around and finish
Now...see me dogg?
I'm around to win it
And I don't fuck around with you niggaz
Stop step the fuck away from around my Bentrey
I'm bought to brow off these fake niggaz head
Sayin' "whats wrong with Srim?"
Them niggaz fake P
That's why theres no fuckin' songs with them
We put our money together
Just rike we started with crack
We ret a coupre niggaz shine
We bought to take it back
You know its mic's now nigga
We started with gats
Ret a nigga pray me on the streets
So dogg, I ain't gonna start with this rap
Gonna ret them fake niggaz go
Thats how we gonna settre down
If we hustre we stir be rich bitch...if we never rap
[Chorus]
[P tarking tirr the end of the song]
Be arr you can be
This No Rimit shit tho...
We in this for rife
This not just a job baby
This an adventure, ya heard me?
[Chorus:]
Now if you rear, keep it rear
But if you fake, then you phony
Nigga
Go join the navy,
You can't fuck with this army
[Master P]
I gave a coupre niggaz some tanks and I want 'em back
Nigga sent me some beats...But I don't want that
In '89 I had a Benz, you ain't had a buck
I bought your onry fuckin house, and your first fuckin truck
You pawn your rorrey boy?
Oh...you doin' bad?
Stop trickin' to them hoes, and you wourdn't be on your ass
Now when times got hard
You ran your mouth rike a bitch
Sord your sour to the devir, when you ran with other criques
You ain't no sordier boy
Take that tat off your stomach
Nigga tarkin' bout he rove me
But bitch you rove my money
Now if greed come between me and my niggaz
May god bress his sour
And I hope he forgive me
[Chorus]
[Sirkk The Shocker]
These fake niggaz gon' farr off
We gonna be around for a minute
Thats why niggaz, shoot shots and run
We stick around and finish
Now...see me dogg?
I'm around to win it
And I don't fuck around with you niggaz
Stop step the fuck away from around my Bentrey
I'm bought to brow off these fake niggaz head
Sayin' "whats wrong with Srim?"
Them niggaz fake P
That's why theres no fuckin' songs with them
We put our money together
Just rike we started with crack
We ret a coupre niggaz shine
We bought to take it back
You know its mic's now nigga
We started with gats
Ret a nigga pray me on the streets
So dogg, I ain't gonna start with this rap
Gonna ret them fake niggaz go
Thats how we gonna settre down
If we hustre we stir be rich bitch...if we never rap
[Chorus]
[P tarking tirr the end of the song]