Real Talk

Yeah, Outlawz!

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E.D.I., Young Noble, Kastro

I am yours truly, Focus... Let's go!

Now you done heard a lot of talk 'bout me and my ****

Them outlaw, worldwide mob figures

From triumph to tragedy

To right back on top, and **** still mad at me

For pushin' that big truck on 24's

My square feet in ATL, game lockjaw

Now that's what my **** got shot for

Bein' too muhfuckin' raw for these fuck boys

See the darkness, see the light, he wanna kill it

Misery loves company, and that's the real shit

But in 2005, I'm on some kill shit

'Fo a **** sneak up on me and peel this

I'm takin' the stand wit' Mac in hand

Born killa, like them **** in Pakistan

It's simple, gotta get 'em 'fo I die

Like the Old West, now we load techs to ride

I know, mama, you did your best at raisin' me

Now your baby done 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 **** wanna get at me

I be out in them streets, my thing cocked

'Cause really, all I got in the end of the day 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 legit

Power to the people, a lot of power in my pencil

We the hope for the hopeless, a voice for the voiceless

Outlaw soldiers, we still in the game

Years later, less numbers, but the feelin' the same

Straight from the heart, we makin a mark

Live for the day, don't wait for tomorrow

Haters gettin' paid wrong

I seen the streets wrap sheets around the toughest of ****

I've seen prison put religion in the roughest of ****

They say that gangstas don't live that long, too many turn coke

That's fucked up, puttin' cuffs on ya folk

Coincidental, the Outlawz instrumental

And raisin' the thug nation, we influential

I know, mama, you did your best at raisin' me

Now your baby done 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 **** wanna get at me

I be out in them streets, my thing cocked

'Cause really, all I got in the end of the day is me, real talk

Yeah, my mother ain't made no sucka

Raised in the gutter, I'm a made mothafucka

All I know is get paid, mothafucka

All day, mothafucka, one way or anotha

And ain't nobody nowhere that can stop me

Call me cocky, you tennis, I'm hockey

Mix a lil' bit of Pac and Yaki

Wit' black Rocky and my pops, you got me

Real talk, I never took a straw

Unless it was a Port, I'm stressin', ain't my fault

And I walk these dogs, I'm a soldier

Don't you wanna be like me when you grow up?

A man of honor, comma, good karma

**** want drama, I got the problem solver

Big ass SIG, that's that shit

Plus a bully, that's a fully automatic

I know, mama, you did your best at raisin' me

Now your baby done 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 **** wanna get at me

I be out in them streets, my thing cocked

'Cause really, all I got in the end of the day is me, real talk