Lil Scrappy & Trillville Be Real Lyrics

[Chorus: 2X]
If you a thug my n____ then be a thug
if you sell drugs my n____ then sell drugs
if you gonna rap about it be trill about it
and dont say s___ if you can't BE REAL about it

[Verse 1]
Comin up as a child all I seen was sales
Moma stepped then so we n____s stayed in out of jail
Then came robbin' and kickin' in doors then went from a half to sellin' ten o's
But ya see shorty, My mom was a G
She made it real easy for my sista and me
She did what she had to do and got on da grind like a d___ n____ would do
Talkin' bout pimpin, o she did that too
I got robbed the cobba hoe, n____ took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old on 13 which made me bold thats why I think my heart is so cold
I gives a f___ about a none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin' these doors
(shorty) and cakin' these hoes
Ima pimp, I spend my time makin' these hoes

[Chorus: 2X]

[Verse 2]
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A n____ thinkin bout change comtemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a n____
Only way I can get away is weed and liquor
f__in' n____s up on the daily if they didn't pay me
n____s pullin guns on me d___ near drove me crazy
Young n____ went to school just to sell some dope
A lil' crazy a__ n____ wit a knife in his coat
And when the streets brought heat that's when da drama was fed
Moma swung on a n____, I stabbed the b____ in the head (n____)
I don't scratch my head unless it itchs
An I don't smoke unless I'm bustin at cha hatin b____s
n____ we was bred to die, dont be askin me why
Ill rather hustle in the cold cuz n____s playin' wit fire
All the childhood issues wit tha devil out to getcha
Got my mind on my gun and I'm a shell pull a pistol

[chorus: 2X]

[Verse 3: Bo hagon]
You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole, ya mind body and soul and leave you in a ditch cold wit no shoes and clothes
You wait for the trash collector
Follow me now selector to the ghetto sector
They'll kill you over thirty dollars
I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla sound that I cant forget
Ran home watched cartoons and ain't said s___
And to this day moma thought I was up at da park(par)
While she was at the church praisin' the lord
I made through amazingly unscarred
She had to be prayin' because I made it by the grace of the God
A Product of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible on one hand, the other hard Ion(dope)
Dreamin' of naming streets and boulevards mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine

[Chorus - 2X]