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Utwór: 2 Real

  • wykonawca: Scarface
  • album: My Homies
  • wyświetleń: 1625

[Bun B]
  I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin
  had to find my place
  But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue
  had to dodge a case
  Had to dodge a bullet
  And the nigga that tried to pull it
  The streets is throwed
  If I don't get lean and blowed everyday
  I feel just like I'ma explode on overload and overdrive
  All my life this drive I tried
  I seen a lot of good niggas die
  Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched
  Or somebody's a bitch
  I wish I could change the past
  But I gots to live in the present and pray
  that tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast
  Shit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me
  But, to tell the truth I didn't know myself
  I found out she had to told me
  Just to show me just how good I had it
  I guess I couldn't see it
  Mild-mannered I just couldn't be it
  But that was just the way we used to G it
  One of the wrongest niggas I see
  Or one of the strongest niggas I know
  Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know
  So I put weed in the bong and I blow
  Stay cool calm and collected a neglected
  Child that grew into a man that's widely respected
  Too real
    [Chorus]
  I feel no pain
  I can't complain
  Stuck in the game
  Tryin to maintain
  Cause I'm so real
    [Pimp C]
  We blow big everyday
  But that don't stop our pain
  Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game
  Got niggas doin 40
  When you 25 that's life
  I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price
  These bitch ass niggas shife
  Niggas might snitch out they momma
  That's why me and Leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama
  Cause we ain't promised tommorow
  But nigga you promised to die
  Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry
  At night I talk to God and try to understand
  How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man
  I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back
  So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks
  I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones
  But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun
  I guess that's true for some
  But them hoes will never win
  Out here just hustlin and grindin
  Tryin to change from niggas to men
    [Chorus]
    [3-2]
  My nigga you a ho to me
  Boy you done went off on me
  Runnin round with the fakin and hatin
  I'ma blast if you run up on me
  I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch
  This matter coulda been resolved
  if you woulda came clean and paid my shit
  See niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last
  Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass
  And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up
  No respect for your family that's dead
  don't write yo peoples locked up
  Damn I miss my dog he was hog to this game
  Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name
  You boys is funny
  I'm bout my money
  And oh so true
  Mr. 3-2 when I never trusted you
  I'm too real
    [Chorus]
  

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