(+) 2009outlawz - real talk

☆ 2009outlawz – real talk

(EDI I)
Now you don’ heard a lot of talk about me and my NIGGAZ//
Them outlaw world-wide mobb FIGGAZ//
From triumph to TRAGEDY//
To right back on top, and niggaz still MAD AT ME//
For pushin that big truck on 24’S//
A square feat in ATL GAINED MY DOUGH//
Man dats what my nigga GOT SHOT FOR//
bein to motha fuckin RAW for dis FOOT BALLERS//
See the darkness see the light he wanna FEEL IT//
Misery loves company and that’s the REAL SHIT//
But in 2005 im on some KILL SHIT//
Four niggaz sneak upon me and PEAL THIS//
I’m takin a stand with MAC in HAND//
Born Killa, Like them niggaz in PAKISTAN//
It’s simple, gotta git em FORE’ I DIE//
Like the old west NOW WE LOW TEX THE 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.

(YOUNG NOBLE)
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 da hope for the HOPELESS//
The voice for the VOICELESS//
Outlaw soliers, we still in the GAME//
(Years later, lost members but the feelin the SAME)//
Straight from the HEART//
we makin ah MARK//
Live for the day dont wait for TOMMOROW//
Hatas gettin THEY WRONG//
I seen the sweet RAPS street WRAP//
Rounda tough with some NIGGAZ//
I seen preachers put religion in the roughs of some NIGGAZ//
(They say gansgtaz dont live that LONG)//
Too many turned COLD//
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.

(KASTRO)
Yea, My mother aint made NO SUCKA//
Raised in the GUTTA//
I’m a made MOTHA 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 COCKY you tennis im HOCKEY//
Mix a little bit of PAC and YAKI, with black ROCKY, and my POPS you got me//
REAL TALK, I never took a STROLL//
Unless it was SUPPORT//
Im stressin aint my THOUGHTS//
And I walk these DOGS im a SOLDIER//
dontcha wanna be like me, when YOU GROW UP?//
A man of HONER, COME ON//
Good KARMA//
Niggaz want DRAMA, I got the problem SOLVA//
Big ass CIG, THATS THAT SHIT//
push 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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