The Realest [*]

Nigga, See what you done started now You done fucked up now Farther journey You take the journey, of life Gotta be ready to fight You the realest You gotta be ready to let the world feel it Ahh, man (Chorus) 2x Nigga gone' feel this La la la la, la la Nigga gone' feel this La la la la, la la You started war with the realest La la la la, la la You started war with the realest La la la la, la la [Verse 1] Get this money, get with it If its dirty you can't spend it Leave mama the whole business Just in case I get sent to prison I done made some bad decisions But I put my last on these fuckin' lyrics To make the world feel it And run over all competition Takin the pain, on the mission Say it in vain, contradict Felony, and jealousy raw enemies You ain't never, had a friend like me Will I live to see twenty three Or will them guerillas come for me They gone' remember evil L-I-L-E My destiny, what's in the cemetery This is what's left and this shit done got scary Don't come near me, is it deadly, very What's his name, Eric (Chorus) [Verse 2] Melody, revolved around felony, cuttin our body Tell me will this one bring evil things Emarked, by enemy, I need thoroughs eve The son inside of me Tellin me, it's old fella Duke And if they kill me They gon' have to kill you Now gimme death The realest nigga to put his hood on the map Took the hood off the track Put gangsta on the rap Kept my strap, cause the game gettin' cold Even if my laws collapse Bitch I'm dying like a soldier The killa still ain't know, mama told us The law will show ya Twenty five feets on the streets, fuck peace I'm tryna make a mealticket before I rest in peace You and me, me and you, in this bitch together Nigga what, we gone' represent this bitch forever (Chorus) [Verse 3] Nigga I'm from the M.I. Where there ain't no such thing as dying Get mine, I need it all I'm tryna get by From 6-1 to 6-5, 6-5 to 6-9 Cheatin' on a dime, I ain't hard to find I done crossed the line, half the world mine Let me get meat, I know it brings enemies But momma gotta eat Kid need shoes on they feet Shit ain't lookin' sweet I'm a man now Young, black, and thugged out But when it comes to the money Fuck the playa now Don't mess up the couch Put it all in the right of my Fifty goin 50, what that be bout The dirty south wit me, I'ma riv a brick Cause I know they comin to get me They don't want to see that nigga rich Fuck this shit, until they kill this They done started war with the realest (Chorus)2x