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Damn, its hard being a real nigga |
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Clutching on steal triggers |
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Pouring kool-aid on hilfigers |
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For niggaz |
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I cut forPull a hoe out my truck for |
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Take a bullet to my gut for |
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Shoot up your cuz for |
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And nigga you askin' me what for?'cuz this check |
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I wrote until death won't bounce'cuz to quit is to care and excuses don't count |
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Yeah, the real nigga blues |
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Short sticks and long brooms |
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Two feet planted whether it be the tomb or the courtroom |
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Bullet wounds in my flesh |
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Powder burns |
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I digestOn the front line |
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I pressUntil in peace |
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I may rest |
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For battles |
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I can't win |
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With stripes |
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I must defend |
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Done been to the pen, behind friends |
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And I still can't turn my flags in |
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When you break weak |
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I got to stand strong |
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I strive to go hard while you strive to go home |
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These checks |
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I write are required day and night |
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For better or worse, ups and downs |
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Or just plain old fist fights |
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Packin' all the weight |
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Puttin' in work from birth |
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Running myself in the dirt |
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And you askin' me why my back hurt? |
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Even when your dad tried to give me some fish |
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I eighty-sixed that shit |
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Pulled your coat but you was scared to dismiss that bitch |
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But I guess you got to be one of me or walk in my shoes |
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Or drink from the cup that |
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I drink to feel my blues |
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Yeah, the real nigga blues |
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I can't bend, brake, front, fraud, fold or get hacked |
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Its like I'm married to this game and my team looses if |
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I get sacked |
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Turning down licks on niggaz |
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I know ain't got no heart |
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Arguing with my baby momma because shes convinces you'z a mark |
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My word is my bond, my life is my son |
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My duece is my gun, and my fear is to have none'cuz |
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I refuse to run |
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And for my honor |
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I'd die, and for my mother |
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I'd lieMy heart done got hard |
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I still show regards, call out to the |
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LordBut it seems like |
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I can't cry |
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So when bullets fly... |
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Yeah, its my fault |
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Locked in with no way out |
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**** some clout, this is what |
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I'm aboutEven if |
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I am the only one to get caught |
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It ain't in me to back down |
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Thats like laying my gat down |
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Nigga I ride for the cause, and |
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I hide from the laws |
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And I ain't scared to get ragged on |
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And for my crown... yeah |
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Caps gonn peal |
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I ain't no threat, nigga but |
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I will kill |
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And to all my partners up under them hills |
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Y'all know how it feels and thats real |
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Yeah, dig these blues |
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The real nigga blues |
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Dig thisMy partners hit a lick for two and a half bricks |
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And since |
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I'm the cornerstone of the clique |
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They came to me when the shit got thick |
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I took in all their evidence and made it mine |
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Not realizing that while they were ballin' |
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I'd be doing time |
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All they had to do was push the witness out of existence |
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And I would've walked because the case was inconsistent |
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But insted they got caught up in the joys |
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Of the fruit from the hussle |
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Said **** me, let the witness live |
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And I got twenty five years |
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All 'cuz I kept it real |
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A mark would've squeeled |
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But insted |
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I chilled, put it on the pill |
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But got ?chofferred in? a deal |
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See I respect the code of the streets |
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The code of the ?jeeks? |
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But when they gave it to me they said ' |
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**** the police' |
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We'll never help these hoes solve a case |
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Now tears in my sons face |
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Because his daddy is out of place |
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With no trace of my peers |
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Missing my little nigga younger years |
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All because |
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I kept it real |
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Regrets?Sometimes have some |
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I'ma walk when me time come |
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It wasnt my prints on the gun |
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In yo' eyes, you'z a real nigga |
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So what you would've done? |
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Stand strong? |
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I'm not surprised |
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I was in the county camoflauging my cries |
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Squabbling niggaz twice my size |
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For mistaking tears for fears in my eyes |
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But I ain't ask to be real |
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I was born like this |
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Sacrificing my fo' sho's for your maybes |
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Got me scorned like this |
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Tattered and torn like this |
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But my roots won't pluck |
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I'm the only reason your tooth won't buck |
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But is my authenticy worth the price |
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I be paying? |
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All the shit |
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I've been through |
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Nigga, do it look like |
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I'm playing? |
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I'ma be down 'til |
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I get laid down |
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All the ex-real niggaz would've still be real |
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Only if they would've stayed down |
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But these my blues |
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I just spread the news to who |
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I chooseA tale of a real nigga |
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Can you dig his blues? |
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Yeah, the real nigga blues |
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And all I got are my balls and my word |
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Yeah, my balls and my word |