Letras:
Los Player S En Realidad

En realidad, solo queria felicitarte ya lo ves por tu nuevo amor; y que sigan adelante en realidad, todas mis cartas eran broma, es verdad y mis palabras

out they chest like a breath do You Clay Aiken-soft You playing games until this red light's on ya It's like the Playstation's off Smith & Wesson work

snatchin' Eyewitness news, there's been a kidnappin' Feed 'em real good, takin' home to play with Harlem Sit by the phone, just wait it's your daddy callin

City naw nigga Hackensack Where's that somewhere where the crackers at Real far from where the roaches and rats is at Come to Compton I'll show you where the racquet's

Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga

Gotti's and Scarface's Niggas knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew A million niggaz with automatics who swarm through You wonder who shot me here's a clue

shoot first they they askin (?) names It's less strain It's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game Wrong move and it's checkmate (That's right) I might

s called spanglish Now who's on the fiend, gala gringo? Tryin to get paid, from the funky bilingual [Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog] Latin lingo baby (funky

I have to tell em straight up, it's called spanglish Now who's on the fiend, gala gringo Tryin to get paid, from the funky bilingual Chorus: B-Real