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Artist/Band:
Outlawz
Lyrics for Song: Real Talk
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Outlawz
Now you done heard a lot of talk about me and my niggers
Them Outlaw world-wide my figures
From triumph to tragedy
To right back on top the niggers still mad at me
For pushing that big truck on 24's
A square feat in ATL game lock draw
Man that's what my nigger got shot for
Being to mother-fucking raw for these fuck boys
See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it
Misery loves company
And that's the real shit
But in 2005 I'm on some kill shit
Four niggers sneak upon me and peel this
I'm taking a stand with MAC in hand
All killer
Like them niggers in Pakistan
It's simple, gotta get em' before I die
Like the old west see how we low tex the ride
I know mama
You did your best at raising 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 nigger wanna get at me
I be out in them streets
My thing 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 hustler bitch
So we start our own label selling 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 soliers, we still in the game
Years later last members fucking feeling the same
Straight from the heart
Makin em' walk
Live for the day dont wait for tomorrow
Haters getting they wrong
I seen the streets rap
Round a tough with some niggers
I seen prison put religion in the roughs of some niggers
They say gangters dont live that long
Too many turn-coals
Thats fucked up putting cuffs on your folks
Coincidental the Outlawz instrumental
And raising a thug nation we influential
I know mama
You did your best at raising 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 nigger wanna get at me
I be out in them streets
My thing cocked
Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
Real talk
Yeah
My mother ain't made no supper
Raised in the gutter
I'm a made mother-fucker
All I know is get paid mother-fucker
All day mother-fucker
One way or another
And ain't nobody no where that can stop me
Call me cachy, you tennis I'm 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
I'm stressing ain't my thought
And I walk these dogs I'm a soldier
Don't ya wanna be like me when you grow up?
A man of honor
commer
Good karma
Niggers want drama I got the problem solver
Big ass cig
That's that shit
Plus the bully that a fully automatic
I know mama
You did your best at raising 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 nigger wanna get at me
I be out in them streets
My thing cocked
Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
Real talk
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