That's My Nigga Fo' Real )
Young Zee Lyrics
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I got wakin' haze, my customers' hoes sleep with me
We have small beef, I still sell 'em O's for three fifty
They known when big beef, I'll pop a hunnid times
Be like roadkill, I leave niggas brains on one and nine
And my down bitches, they be ready to kill
I be like chill, they be like
That's my nigga fo' real (ah yeah, uh-huh-huh I'm from the Bricks, yeah, be like)
That's my nigga fo' real (yeah, Young Zee) (smack)
(All my niggas from the hood, they be like)
That's my nigga fo' real (yeah, B-Boy you my nigga, yeah, talk to 'em)
Yo, I don't give a fuck if we don't sell a record
We still gon' get this money in the Bricks (yeah, yeah)
Spill it Zee
I'm like Santa Claus, I deliver niggas grams a-raw
Straight from Panama, fiends eat it up like Hannibal
And my dimes, disappear like magic wands
I sell 'em to the crack of dawn, and destroy every track I'm on
Plus I have a clan packed in the back of vans
More raw than the Taliban, murk you for a half a gram (what?)
I get B-Boy to drop yo truck in the river
Fuck some dough, we be like (that's my nigga)
That's my nigga fo' real
That's my nigga fo' real
That's my nigga fo' real
That's my nigga fo' real
Scarecrow (what?) I'm tryin' to walk before I crawl
I want it all, ever since I came outta my mommas walls
I'm tryin' to make so much dough when I write a song
I can write 'em all, while y'all click on the corner sellin' final calls (chyea)
Niggas mad at us, gladiators like Maximus
We Fabolous, while you fall off like Canibus's managers
My man Dee U, keep the nina peelin'
(Zee, point 'em out and watch me serve 'em like Serena Williams)
That's my nigga fo' real
That's my nigga fo' real
That's my nigga fo' real
That's my nigga fo' real
Zee need Buddha, E-user, beef pre Lugers
Spittin' from our PT cruisers
My tank don't drop, I still got dough to make
Got little niggas on roller skates holdin' my coke and weight
Blow paper, ho chaser, dough raiser, Joe Frasier
Sixteen celly's and four pagers
Go hype up your squad that they might fuck with ours
I just light up cigars, go buy bikes, trucks and cars
Got axe and nitty in Atlanta deep
Ran the street, ten grand a week
I give 'em one word, they'll put your man to sleep
And I love my Jersey live bitches
They leave a nigga face with thirty-five stitches
They'll help me tie cinder blocks and push your kids
So deep in the ocean, they'll see where octopuses live (chyea)
This label deal is for Raz, Pace, and Chill
I know mad heads, but still, they're my niggas
That's my nigga fo' real
That's my nigga fo' real
That's my nigga fo' real
That's my nigga fo' real
Yeah
what, Bricks
The song That's My N**** Fo Real by Young Zee is a typical representation of gangsta rap, a sub-genre of hip hop that glorifies violence, drug dealing, and other criminal activities. The lyrics revolve around the artist's life experiences in Newark, New Jersey, where violence and drug dealing are rampant. Young Zee raps about selling drugs to his customers' women and having small beef with some people but still selling them drugs. He talks about being ready to pop a hundred times when there is a big beef and leaving n****s' brains on the road. The artist also describes his down b****es, who are always ready to kill in his defense. Young Zee emphasizes his loyalty to his homies and suggests that they will always have his back unconditionally.
The song portrays a disturbing, violent lifestyle that is detrimental to the welfare of the community. This type of rap often glorifies misogyny, drug use, and killings as some sort of status symbol of success. However, at the same time, it highlights the reality of what some people experience in poverty-stricken urban areas. The song is likely to provoke mixed feelings in listeners who either love the artist or find his style of art questionable.
Line by Line Meaning
I got wakin' haze, my customers' hoes sleep with me
I have potent marijuana, and the women of my buyers sleep with me.
We have small beef, I still sell 'em O's for three fifty
Despite minor disputes, I still sell my enemies an ounce of marijuana for three hundred and fifty dollars.
They known when big beef, I'll pop a hunnid times
My enemies know that in large conflicts, I will shoot them one hundred times.
Be like roadkill, I leave n***** brains on one and nine
My enemies will be helpless, like animals hit by cars, after I shoot them in the head with a gun.
And my down b*****s, they be ready to kill
The women in my inner circle are prepared to murder for me.
I'm like chill, they be like That's my n**** fo’ real
I try to calm them down, but they are fiercely loyal to me and are willing to defend me at all costs.
Yo, I don't give a f*** if we don't sell a record
I do not care if we do not sell any music.
We still gon' get this money in the Bricks
We will still make money in Newark, New Jersey.
I'm like Santa Claus, I deliver n*****s grams a-raw
I distribute raw drugs like Santa Claus delivers presents.
Straight from Panama, fiends eat it up like Hannibal
Directly from Panama, drug addicts devour it like the cannibal Hannibal Lecter.
And my dimes, disappear like magic wands
The ten-dollar bills I receive vanish as quickly as magic wands can perform tricks.
I sell 'em to the crack of dawn, and destroy every track I'm on
I sell narcotics until the early hours of the morning and am exceptionally skilled at creating music.
Plus I have a clan packed in the back of vans
I have an entourage travelling in the back of vehicles.
More raw than the Taliban, murk you for a half a gram (what?)
I am more rugged and deadly than the Taliban, and will murder someone for just half of a gram of drugs.
I give 'em one word, they'll put your man to sleep
A single command from me will result in my associates killing someone.
And I love my Jersey live b*****s
I enjoy the company of the women living in New Jersey.
They leave a n*****'s face with thirty-five stitches
Those women can be violently dangerous, and will severely beat up someone.
They'll help me tie cinder blocks and push your kids
These women will assist me in tying cinder blocks to someone's children and dumping them deep into the ocean where even octopuses live.
This label deal is for Raz, Pace, and Chill
This record label contract is specifically for my acquaintances Raz, Pace, and Chill.
I know mad heads, but still, they're my n*****s
I have a lot of connections, but Raz, Pace, and Chill are still my close associates.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Dante Ross, Dewayne Battle
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