Real Talk (Outro) Songtext / Lyric

Birdman: What the fuck you doing, man?

Mannie Fresh: Mmm mammmamaaammm...

Birdman: Fuck, i can't believe at you

Mannie Fresh: Mamaaammmamm...

Birdman: Fuck, it's incomprehensible

Mannie Fresh: Mammmammmamaammam...

Birdman: Let me take this shit over



*scotchtape straps over*



Mannie Fresh: OOOW!






Birdman: What the fuck are you doing?

Mannie Fresh: Nothing, i was chillin

Birdman: What?

Mannie Fresh: I was chillin

Birdman: You are a fuckin liar

Mannie Fresh: I'm chillin

Birdman: You ain't chillin

Mannie Fresh: Why not?

Birdman: You play my shit

Mannie Fresh: Huh?

Birdman: You played my shit

Mannie Fresh: No, i don't play your shit

Birdman: You are a liar

Mannie Fresh: Why?

Birdman: You played my shit

Mannie Fresh: *sighing* Yeah, i'm played my shit

Birdman: Fuck, you gotta dead right now

Mannie Fresh: Why i gotta dead?



*gun cocking*



Birdman: Because i got a gun

Mannie Fresh: My nigga, don't kill me, man

Birdman: OK, but don't play my shits no more, alright?

Mannie Fresh: Alright

Birdman: OK, peace *gun sets over*



Birdman: Big Money Heavyweight, bitch

Mannie Fresh: Alright



*both laughing*