Multiply (feat. Juicy J)

Fuck niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas alive (yeah), fuck niggas won't multiply (real nigga shit)
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply (mhm)
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

Yeah, nigga, it's your boy Juicy J
Man, you gotta watch out for these old backstabbin'
Broke ass, you know what I'm sayin'?
Jealous hatin' ass niggas out here, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Man, these niggas ain't no real niggas, man, know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas be smilin' in your face

Back in the buildin', sold crack in the livin' room
Niggas toe-tagged, sold gats for a livin'
Durag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim
One you be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute (yeah)

Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad
First place I seen a nigga sell crack at
Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps
Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back, bad back

Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel (yeah)
Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill
She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her bills (yeah)

I ain't really fuckin' with that Been Trill
Swear them niggas booty like Tip Drill (uh)
Nah, I ain't really into throwin' shots
But these motherfuckers better give me my props, word to Pac

We're the reason that these niggas gettin' throwed
Reason why you niggas wearin' gold
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose
I remember, if Pimp was alive he'd tell these hoes
And these niggas

Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel (mhm)
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel (mhm)
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel (mhm)
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I...

When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
But if the real niggas alive, fuck niggas won't multiply

I'm the original Balmain badass, nigga (yeah)
I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams
Smack the shit out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it fucked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag, swag, nigga
(Shut the fuck up!)

Fuck with a nigga like me (woo)
RIP my nigga Pimp C (woo)
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that (yeah)
Shit, I might fuck around and bring the Jeep back (uh)
No doors on it, flexin' with the seat back (yeah)
B-Boy with the G pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga
If you deaf bring the beat back, nigga (uh)

Fuck with a nigga like me (woo) (yeah)
RIP my nigga Pimp C (woo) (yeah)
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that (yeah)
I'm a trend setter, you ain't even peep that (yeah)
Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at? (Uh)
Fuck the FCC, tell 'em bleep that (yeah)

(We ain't no fashion killers nigga, we fashionable killers)
(Y'all got Flacko fucked up)

I'm the mothefuckin' Lord of this fashion shit
Don't I deserve just to brag a bit? (Yeah)
Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents
Number one stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate (yeah)

My motherfuckin' swag is immaculate (uh-huh)
Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch (yeah)
I think back to when Pac is packin' lint
It's like a nigga got rich on accident

Now back to Pimp
Bitches lie, killers never lie
Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride
Prosper said, "Let's ride to the sky," call it catastrophic
We don't ever die, we just multiply, bitch (yeah)

Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin'? These niggas be out here
Talkin' 'bout they a street nigga and shit, man niggas be gettin' extorted like a motherfucker out here
Man, you know what I'm sayin'?