Tercüme: Elmas. Bu Cephesi (Lanet olsun, Gerçek mi) olamaz.
shit is real (You can't front) Yo, you know the shit is real (You can't front, Jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (You can't front) [Diamond] Ayo I'
, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let you ass talk Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt Stop
diamonds on my neck, diamonds, diamonds on my neck bitch niggers front on me if you want, we got swimmers on the deck put your hands here, over a bitch, the bitch ain't
Snoop I ain't lying I shoot, you don't need signs for proof Turn you to a vegetable like you lining soup And when I'm in the booth, bitch, the lion is
'm a celebration Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut Young Money running shit and you niggas
Terror retaliate, show 'em how real it be A split second 'fore you blazed They probably thought you was me (Preach on) Returning on some Crow shit, let 'em know shit
bitch, you hoes ain't Bone I hope you realize that you ain't Bone You ain't Bone Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone? Nigga, you ain't Bone Ring
you that talkin' wasn't shit to me So bitch be more specific when you spit for me It ain't shit to me, you a hoe in fifth degree, a discharge from a dick
'cause I'm hard and I'm raw Can't call me that thing, one hit'll make you cough And it's always beside me, watch got diamonds I ain't part timin', I
the kitchen with the heat making beats in my apron you hating and you want to erase it close your eyes when you know you can?t take it my flow interrupts
eyes on you I bet you don't think I know no better but sanging the blues Oh but brother have I got news for you, I'm something And I know you know that
's all I want But you playin' that roll and can't say why Bitch get wit it let's fuck tonight It ain't cool, don't come with that shit I'll fuck that
't wanna catch a fuckin ?mime? Bitch ain't lieing, so I thought you knew this Bitch this is how I do this You can call eight ball in the corner when you
real one Yes, you are, yes, you are, oh, yeah I'm the real one, yeah, the real one Said the real one, real one, real one
you an me both we can get respect, two triple shots of hin an we'll be on deck, you my type, you ol hoe, you my type, you know. Chorus *(Christion
s, what a sight You and me both, we can get respect Two triple shots of hen and we'll be on deck You my type, you old hoe, you my type, you know (Hen
