Lyrics:
Or paralised by the truth
Butchering in the name of god
Is no comfort for a broken heart
Parked car
Hit and run
Empty heart and a
Loaded gun
Good deeds
Bad
this girl shit I prolly sold my soul
Got a little Cleopatra Imma wrap her up in gold
Back it up for me drop it down real slow
Play ya cards right dress
who real, who fake, and who gay
It's about who pray
[T.I. and studio engineers interlude convo]
[Verse Four: T.I.]
Open my eyes, see the sunrise
the negative, make room for the positve
that's addin' and subtractin' on the real
Niggas betta learn they math
Cause if my calculations serve me
This that Real one anthem
I jazzy jeff you out the Thugz Mansion
Had to cut some haters off right quick
Just for pretending they was real like this
hurting 4 real
Cause I’m in my bag look 4 real
Fuck a nigga it is what it is
In that field you get hurt or get killed
I’m better off by myself eating a meal
shit is real
And her salary is gorgeous, something like mines
And she always pay the mortgage, stuntin' on time
And I think I'm falling for her just
Young Ke Ke he down wit us
South Side nigga and we down to bust I'm number one
[Scarface]
Too many niggas takin' rap for a joke
You be up for one
[Chorus]
Never thought id see the day when you wasn't by my side.
Listen I was down for you girl put you first in my world
And I thought you were
oh
I'll get you home by a decent time
Wait, fuck yo' bed you can sleep in mine, yeah
Let's make it happen, girl, I need some time
Speakin' of time,
get to the point where my nerve it be faded
For real
'Cause yo body get dated
For real
Bitch I been in the mix like a interlude
Without the gratitude
talking for George
I stare in her eyes
They glare back ice cold
Shawty done sold her soul
Looking real young but feeling real old
Shawty done sold her soul
the Playmate Of The Year
Cause when I first met her, she had the Lex and the 'tegra
Game real good, sex was even better
I got it for the cheddar once I hit it in
by fast
Hold them baby girls, never let them go
cnd love em hard with all your heart and soul
know, you hate it
Everybody wanna rock, but they can't
Because they come from the
Street of Rosecrans we drop it off the top
Of the backboard for real
poopcrocks for jingle
I giggity-gots the rhymes like ??? ??? got the wrinkle
Check the real wild, my ill style gets worked out like Bundy
I piggity-pack
or shine, night or day, whenever you call me it'll be okay
If you want to stop by 'cause you're in the neighborhood
Or if you want me to make you feel real
low budget style
Group Home style, aight, Jeru Tha Damaja, Brainsick Mob
Aight, for the real cats in the streets, that's living the struggle
For
this interlude
To be honest, we had to take a song off the project, so
I came to the studio and just cooked up a quick lil' interlude, real quick
I
on a nigga
Doin' me, never stressin' on a nigga
Try, I go to prison a nigga
Gotta prob, nigga take it up
Real G, never made it up
One hunnit for the Hood
been trippin' getting brazy though (Aha, ahh)
In my soul
I can feel her evil creeping on meh
Yeah I thought we'd have a trip with memories I'd cherish
si...de, The Bad si...de
......................................
Black Soul...s Dead Min...d
This is world full of evil...s (No Mercy)
While y'all taking those shots I make immaculate moves nigga
And I ain't even stressed shit I'm bullet proof
My lyrics touching souls what do your bullets
[Interlude: Method Man]
Flicks... sluggy... one time
For your muthafuckin' mind
Wu-Tang Forever, this is just the next chamber, baby
(Fish filet, fish
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