Текст, перевод и аккорды “Real Talk”
- Now you dun heard a lot of talk about me and my niggaz Them outlaw world-wide my figures. From triumph to tragedy, To right back on top the niggaz still mad at me. For pushin that big truck on 24's a square feat in ATL game [?] Man dats what my nigga got shot for, bein to motha fuckin wrong for dis footballs. See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it Misery loves pumpin me And that's the real shit But in 2005 im on some ill shit Four niggaz sneak upon my and peel this. I'm takin a stand when i get in home killa, like them niggaz in pakistan It's simple, gotta git em fore' i die like the old west see how we low tex da ride. [Chorus:] I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me. Now your baby dun became a G. When i'm out in them streets the only one that got me is me. I keep my hand upon my heat. Cause you know mama, you didn't raise no bitch so if a nigga wanna get at me I be out in them streets, my thang cocked Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me Real talk. Everyday is a new challenge I'm a savage in my new balance A lot of rappers but not enough raw talent Blame the machine but fuck it i'm a hustla bitch So we start our own label sellin' bricks lajit Power to the people A lot of power in my pencil We da hope for the hopeless The voice for the voiceless Outlaw soliers, we still in the game Years later last members fuckin feelin the same. Straight from the heart makin em walk Live for the day dont wait for tomorrow Hatas gettin they wrong I seen tha streets rap Rounda tough with some niggaz I seen [?] put religion in the roughs of some niggaz. They say gansgtaz dont live that long Too many turn-coals Thats fucked up puttin cuffs on your folks Coincidental the outlawz instrumental And raisin a thug nation we influential [Chorus:] I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me. Now your baby dun became a G. When i'm out in them streets the only one that got me is me. I keep my hand upon my heat. Cause you know mama, you didn't raise no bitch so if a nigga wanna get at me I be out in them streets, my thang cocked Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me Real talk. Yea, My mother aint made no suppa Raised in the gutta I'm a made mutha fucka. All I know is get paid motha fucka All day motha fucka One way or anotha And aint no body no where that can stop me Call me cachy you tennis im hockey Mix a little bit of pocky-ocky with black rocky in my pocks you got me. Real tall I never took a shall unless it was support Im stressin aint my thought And I walk these dogs im a soldier dontcha wanna be like me when you grow up? A man of honor commer Good calma Niggaz wants drama I got the problem solva Big ass Cig, Thats that shit plus the bully that a fully automatic. [Chorus:] I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me. Now your baby dun became a G. When i'm out in them streets the only one that got me is me. I keep my hand upon my heat. Cause you know mama, you didn't raise no bitch so if a nigga wanna get at me I be out in them streets, my thang cocked Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me Real talk.
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