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Real Shit - текст песни



Real Shit


{*automatic gunfire*}





[T. Waters]


Yo, this ain't a motherfuckin game nigga


(Real shit) real shit (ride out) ride out


(Ride out) RIDE OUT (ride out) RIDE OUT!


E'rybody a killer until a killer approaches


And then, all that hocus, pocus boastin


You no wins, callin the field up and the drama done build up


And this poverty's the cards that they dealed us


Niggaz that will bust behind bars don't act tough


Without no dust, niggaz don't go nuts!


I'm good, chain dangle in every hood


Leather and wood, I ain't on no celebrity bull


Could never be full, until my niece is obese


Won't sleep 'til e'ry one of my folks eat


Dig a ditch, large amount {?} high G


My nigga {?} go to sleep with a mac on the sheets


And now, we done started some new shit, exclusive


Gangsta, if you refuse it, you stupid


WHOO KID? No not the DJ, the D.A.


Play what he say on replay, what you did


Instead of 1-2, niggaz doin two bids


He got life, you slid to a new crib


And no one know where you live


But e'rybody know exactly what you did


Niggaz'll act cool 'til they get them a lil' bid, shit


That's when they flip and start to act like a little bitch


My, nigga for life, motherfucker's a hypocrite


The way the bullet hit him probably think they was intimate


I'll stand on feet like planted trees


I'm on my A-game, never switch plans to B


The man you see, see, I got plans to be


In position where I ain't gotta carry grams with me


When I ride 45 in my hand with me


Gangsta clique, organized, we a family


And when the last gun fire and the smoke clear


We gon' be standin right there like shit 'chea


I got the 40 on me homey, not a big beer


And guerilla niggaz actin like big bears


My man Ruger up in Vancouver with the Landcruiser


That's my mans and, he was hand to hand distributors


Heard blam, niggaz hoppin out of vans tryin to shoot us


Shot back, nigga hit the gas tank, shit blew up


{*KABOOM*}



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