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2 Real
15 765
Hip-Hop/Rap
Skladba 2 Real vyšla 3. března 1998 Rap-A-Lot na albu My Homies
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Datum vydání3. března 1998
ŠtítekRap-A-Lot
JazykEnglish
Melodičnost
Akustičnost
Valence
Tanečnost
Energie
BPM65

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scarface
Scarface
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scarface
Scarface
Songwriter

Texty

I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin'
Had to find my place but the world
Could leave a foul taste on the tongue
Had to dodge a case, had to dodge a bullet
And the **** that tried to pull it
The streets is throwed if I don't get lean and blowed
Everyday I feel just like I'mma explode on overload
And overdrive, all my life to strive I tried
I seen a lot of good **** 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' too fast, shit my mama asked me who I was
Like she ain't know me
But to tell the truth I didn't know myself
Out the house she had to throw 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 **** I see
But one of the strongest **** 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
I feel no pain
I can't complain
Stuck in the game
Tryin' to maintain
Cause I'm so real
We blow big everyday, but that don't stop our pain
Or bring back our homeboys that went and lost off in this dirty game
Got **** doin' 40, when you're 25 that's life
I guess when your career is sellin' dope somebody got to pay the price
These bitch-ass **** shife, **** might snitch out they mama
That's why me and Leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama
Cause we ain't promised tomorrow, but **** you promised to die
**** can't you see you gettin' too high trippin' off 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' gon' bring them back
So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks
I still love my piece and chain, woodgrain 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 **** to men
I feel no pain
I can't complain
Stuck in the game
Tryin' to maintain
Cause I'm so real
Now **** you's a ho to me, boy you done went out phony
Run around with that fakin' and hatin'
I'mma blast if you run up on me
I'mma do my dirt by my lonely, so that nobody can snitch
This matter could've been resolved
If you would've came clean, and paid my shit
See **** 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 your peoples locked up
Damn I miss my dog he was a 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
And I never trusted you, I'm too real
I feel no pain
I can't complain
Stuck in the game
Tryin' to maintain
Cause I'm so real
I wanna hear some gangsta shit
Written by: Scarface
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