Songtexte:
Slaughter Real Love

? Real love, won't somebody show me? Real love, isn't anyone true anymore? Real love, won't somebody show me? Real love, where are you? Oh where are you? Real love

money, some kill some squeal All for the money, most ain't even real but we still call 'em homies, now what the fuck is that? Fake love, fake thugs are

, up and down she like to ride on top Fast, prayin that the condom pop That's foul, but fuck it it's all hood to me Now Hollywood's been real real good

Ack's inside the parking lot son Bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot what now blow, clickin' like a calico gold maxmillion, one love keep it real

fuck a love lock down Before all the thugs are locked down This is drugs I jot down Hip-Hop's back on the block now And real rap is back now My mic will

: Hey, the love of two A desire, is whats for you is it real? A lulliby? Face to face, with an unamed mouth Hey! Hey! Heyyyy! Hey! hey! Heyyyy! Feel

these niggaz started givin us love Sayin I'm the shit, Xzibit you the shit Jelly Roll get 'em, can I be for real? It's Strong Arm and Jelly Roll, cool

with me what up y'all forget me y'all love y'all don't love me no more it's all good all are real roudy niggaz all my real niggaz ride with your boy

self-defense, he killed my best friend (Who's him?) I mean them, they was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too They had real grenade bombs inside