Текст песни Lil Scrappy - Be Real, слова песни Lil Scrappy

Текст песни Lil Scrappy - Be Real

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[Chorus: 2X]If you a thug my nigga be a thugif you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugsif you gonna rap about it be trill about itand dont say shit if you can`t BE REAL about it[Verse 1]Comin up as a child my city was hellMy moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jailI came robbin and kickin in doors then on my behalf and 17 oldBut ya see shorty, My mom was a Gshe made it real easy for my sista and meShe did what she had to do, and got out the damn crowd like a nigga would doTalkin about pimpin, o she did that tooI got robbed and this old nigga took all my lootAnd I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones thats why I thank my heart to sell dopeI gives a fuck about none of you hoesAll you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors(shorty) and cakin these hoesIma pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes[Chorus][Verse 2]Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myselfA nigga thinkin bout change comtemplating my deathFell my pain as it reigns all over a niggaand the only way I can get away is weed and liquorFukin niggaz up on the daily if they didnt pay meNiggaz pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazyYoung nigga went to school just to sell some dopeA lil crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coatAnd in the streets broke heathens went through drama especiallymoma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga)I dun scratch my head unless it itchsan I dun smoke unless I`m bustin at you hatin bitchsnigga we was brave to die, dont be askin me whyIll rather hustle in the cold cuz niggaz sprayin wit fireAll the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchenGot my mind on my gun and I`m finna pull a pistol[Verse 3: Bohagen]You see the streets, they`ll shallow you whole, mind body and soulAnd leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothesWaitin for the trash collectorFollow me mind selector to the ghetto sectorThey`ll kill you over thirty dollarsI seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collarI heard him holla a sound that I cant forgetRan home, watched cartoons and ain`t said shitAnd to this day moma thought I was young, hungry, and poor (par)while she was at the church praising the lordI made through amazingly unscarredShe had to be praying cuz I made it by the grace of the godIm proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymesBible in one hand, the other hand 9dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mineGrab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine[Chorus] - 2X

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