Lyrics:
My dawgs not big on sharing things but I explained that already
cnd niggas hate on your progress, convince you to be ordinary
That's ok the real
niggaz that I had love fo', turned fake
One of my real niggaz, just got shot nine times
From a nigga, that everybody really thought was down
And who
love with love
I met my first love my real love the one
when at 16
He gave everything and was always by my side (a gentleman)
Things got too
anyway Day?
A date is a day that's marked
I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much
I came with name flips for days, tailored just for Day
I'm
love to play real hard.
I love to steal little things from the grocery store,
Like a piece of bubble gum, or sometimes I just stick my thumb in
Why do I gotta hit the streets with a 9 to 5
Lil hustle on the side just to get by And it's a shame cause I don't even Get high
So how is it my money
said I couldn't buy then with just five cents
Well, that little fella's story kinda touched my heart
So I told the lady to give him what he wanted
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
try me
All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas
From the village to the telly
Time to kill it on your belly no question
Had more black chicks between
cannot describe scribe scribe
How you make me feel
9 to 5
24/7
9 to 5
24/7
Baby your love is true
I'm so glad I am with you
9 to 5
24/7
9 to 5
24/7
Baby
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
your husband's heart problem is complicating
So the F-C-C won't let me be or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on M-T-V
But it
But you know I love the way my chick be holdin' it down
Extremely thorough by the way she reppin' it hard
Travel anywhere my shorty come touch
and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's looking for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me)
It's funny how things turn out
The future is always an unpredictable one
It's a shame that it came to this
But at this point
My tolerance is
What we had love, it was different...
This feel is givin' new beginnings like it's January (January)
And on the real it won't be chill by 14th February
the hole with the do' swangin'
But I make moves, shake them tricks up out they shoestrings
Be more precise when we do things
Cause life is like shakin'
[Chorus]
It's time to put that work back in the stash box
But that real corn they slare
Hit that high way from bout five day they come back and get
[Chorus]
It's time to put that work back in the stash box
But that real corn they slare
Hit that high way from bout five day they come back and get
Ladies and gentleman
I know you were very surprised when
You heard for the first time
50 Cent is running for the president
I like to thank you
For
She gon' feel my power (power)
She gon' blow my mind
Five, four, three, two, one
Girl, time is up
I want to see all of your lighters up
Soon I'll
She gon' feel my power (power)
She gon' blow my mind
Five, four, three, two, one
Girl, time is up
I want to see all of your lighters up
Soon I'll
workin, but what's the use
When the real strive hard and stress about the rent
And can still die poor and in debt without a cent
[Verse 2]
Born again
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
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