Lyrics:
Imagine if I showed you one day I was leaving the hood
Would you call me a sellout? Would you say it's all good?
Would you follow if you could?
the real me?
During in a studio session
Word?
When do you see the real me?
During in a studio session
Word?
When do you see the real me?
You might think I
clientele, how can I lose, you out of the loop
These music dudes are clueless who I was
'Til I blew, producing woohs and oohs and ahs
I'm the truth, but you
wherever you pleased
And now that I meet you in
The middle of a mountain
Well, I'm reaching on out from within
And all I can think of
Are chapters and scenes
and I get at them fakers
Motherfuck if you hate it, cremated them haters
So, my studio be a funeral
Yeah, this is our year, oh you didn't know?
Uh,
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
In this little session of the promised land
Where I lounge wit' my homies and I'm freakin' my friend
I gots the 6-shoota' down by my side, sittin' in
I'm fighting depression
And that's my confession
Told my engineer
I need a studio session
Cause me and my heart lost connection
Late nights are my
Krayzie:
Bone Bone Bone . . .
Wasteland soldiers
These are the days of our lives [of our lives, of our lives]
I've been strugglin', hustlin',
Actin like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin, I don't want to battle
I'd rather rush your studio session and shatter
session, that's right
That's what you get when you move with liabilities
I'm about to serve them a plate with em cavities
Post where they at, outside
Since
you still by my side
Losin' my mind
YEAH YEAH
Yea south side nigga ahhh
Shit what you talkin' about nigga
You know what I'm saying all
outside[00:33.81]Actin' up, actin' up[00:35.39]Cause people get jealous and wish you to die[00:37.15]Mask it up, mask it up[00:38.62]So I gotta be real when they stick by
so i can do anything that i want,
buy me a bottle of henny
invite all the girls
and throw me a party now,
call all the homies for studio session
music
uh
Man see I remember when I was like fifteen years old and my dad took me to the studio--
I know this is random I'm just trying to take you guys
lay
It's hard to survive nigga or
The high where you stay
I'm important like the Pope
I'm the king of New York
I'm live from South Central
I'm a Muslim
You neva catch me lookin R&B
I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG
Blazin a ounce with the homie cat
Or Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas
live, oh
Come on
Yo Rock I sold like seventeen million records
(It doesn't matter how many records you've sold!)
Alright I'm with you, yo check it
the bigger they are, then the harder they fall, but I turned my back on sipping remedy
While I email the verse, I sit back and reminisce, studio sessions
can suck my dick
I got em whip like miracle
Ludacris lyrical fool
We dirty south
Shut up yo mouth
We rock jewels
No holds barred
But obey the block
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
jerk, Niggaz straight kill me
knowin that they pranksters, this is going out to
you studio gangsters,see i did dirt, i did work, so
many Niggaz can vouch
You neva catch me lookin R&B
I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG
Blazin a ounce with the homie cat
Or Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas
your bros
Raise those kids
Dont incriminate yourself
While you learn this biz
Cause Some want our freedom
Others want are life
We only got one
Gotta do
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