V.A. - DJ Psycho Present The Best Of Hip Hop R&B & DanceHall May 2005 Real Talk (Produced By Focus) Lyrics

Now you dun heard a lot of talk about me and my n____z
Them outlaw world-wide my figures.
From triumph to tragedy,
To right back on top the n____z still mad at me.
For pushin that big truck on 24's a square feat in ATL game lock draw
Man dats what my n____ got shot for,
bein to motha f**kin raw for these f**k boys.
See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it
Misery loves company
And that's the real s___
But in 2005 im on some kill s___
Four n____z sneak upon my and peel this.
I'm takin a stand with a mac in hand all killa, like them n____z in pakistan
It's simple, gotta git em fore' i die like the old west see how we low tex da ride.

[Chorus:]
I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me.
Now your baby dun became a G.
When i'm out in them streets
the only one that got me is me.
I keep my hand upon my heat.
Cause you know mama,
you didn't raise no b____
so if a n____ wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my thang c___ed
Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
Real talk.

Everyday is a new challenge
I'm a savage in my new balance
A lot of rappers but not enough raw talent
Blame the machine but f**k it i'm a hustla b____
So we start our own label sellin' bricks lajit
Power to the people
A lot of power in my pencil
We da hope for the hopeless
The voice for the voiceless
Outlaw soliers, we still in the game
Years later last members f**kin feelin the same.
Straight from the heart
makin em walk
Live for the day dont wait for tomorrow
Hatas gettin they wrong
I seen tha streets rap
Rounda tough with some n____z
I seen prison put religion in the roughs of some n____z.
They say gansgtaz dont live that long
Too many turn-coals
Thats f**ked up puttin cuffs on your folks
Coincidental the outlawz instrumental
And raisin a thug nation we influential

[Chorus:]
I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me.
Now your baby dun became a G.
When i'm out in them streets
the only one that got me is me.
I keep my hand upon my heat.
Cause you know mama,
you didn't raise no b____
so if a n____ wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my thang c___ed
Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
Real talk.

Yea, My mother aint made no suppa
Raised in the gutta
I'm a made m____ f**ka.
All I know is get paid motha f**ka
All day motha f**ka
One way or anotha
And aint no body no where that can stop me
Call me cachy you tennis im hockey
Mix a little bit of pocky-ocky with black rocky in my pocks you got me.
Real tall I never took a shall unless it was support
Im stressin aint my thought
And I walk these dogs im a soldier
dontcha wanna be like me when you grow up?
A man of honor commer
Good calma
n____z wants drama I got the problem solva
Big a__ Cig, Thats that s___
plus the bully that a fully automatic.

[Chorus:]
I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me.
Now your baby dun became a G.
When i'm out in them streets
the only one that got me is me.
I keep my hand upon my heat.
Cause you know mama,
you didn't raise no b____
so if a n____ wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my thang c___ed
Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
Real talk.

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