Damn, its hard being a real nigga
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Clutching on steal triggers
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Pouring kool-aid on hilfigers
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For niggaz I cut for
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Pull a hoe out my truck for
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Take a bullet to my gut for
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Shoot up your cuz for
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And nigga you askin' me what for?
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'cuz this check I wrote until death won't bounce
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'cuz to quit is to care and excuses don't count
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Yeah, the real nigga blues
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Short sticks and long brooms
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Two feet planted whether it be the tomb or the courtroom
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Bullet wounds in my flesh
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Powder burns I digest
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On the front line I press
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Until in peace I may rest
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For battles I can't win
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With stripes I must defend
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Done been to the pen, behind friends
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And I still can't turn my flags in
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When you break weak I got to stand strong
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I strive to go hard while you strive to go home
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These checks I write are required day and night
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For better or worse, ups and downs
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Or just plain old fist fights
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Packin' all the weight
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Puttin' in work from birth
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Running myself in the dirt
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And you askin' me why my back hurt?
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Even when your dad tried to give me some fish
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I eighty-sixed that shit
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Pulled your coat but you was scared to dismiss that bitch
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But I guess you got to be one of me or walk in my shoes
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Or drink from the cup that I drink to feel my blues
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Yeah, the real nigga blues
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I can't bend, brake, front, fraud, fold or get hacked
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Its like I'm married to this game and my team looses if I get sacked
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Turning down licks on niggaz I know ain't got no heart
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Arguing with my baby momma because shes convinces you'z a mark
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My word is my bond, my life is my son
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My duece is my gun, and my fear is to have none
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'cuz I refuse to run
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And for my honor I'd die, and for my mother I'd lie
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My heart done got hard
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I still show regards, call out to the Lord
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But it seems like I can't cry
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So when bullets fly...
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Yeah, its my fault
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Locked in with no way out
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Fuck some clout, this is what I'm about
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Even if I am the only one to get caught
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It ain't in me to back down
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Thats like laying my gat down
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Nigga I ride for the cause, and I hide from the laws
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And I ain't scared to get ragged on
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And for my crown... yeah
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Caps gonn peal
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I ain't no threat, nigga but I will kill
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And to all my partners up under them hills
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Y'all know how it feels and thats real
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Yeah, dig these blues
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The real nigga blues
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Dig this
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My partners hit a lick for two and a half bricks
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And since I'm the cornerstone of the clique
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They came to me when the shit got thick
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I took in all their evidence and made it mine
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Not realizing that while they were ballin'
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I'd be doing time
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All they had to do was push the witness out of existence
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And I would've walked because the case was inconsistent
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But insted they got caught up in the joys
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Of the fruit from the hussle
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Said fuck me, let the witness live
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And I got twenty five years
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All 'cuz I kept it real
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A mark would've squeeled
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But insted I chilled, put it on the pill
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But got ?chofferred in? a deal
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See I respect the code of the streets
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The code of the ?jeeks?
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But when they gave it to me they said 'Fuck the police'
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We'll never help these hoes solve a case
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Now tears in my sons face
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Because his daddy is out of place
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With no trace of my peers
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Missing my little nigga younger years
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All because I kept it real
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Regrets?
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Sometimes have some
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I'ma walk when me time come
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It wasnt my prints on the gun
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In yo' eyes, you'z a real nigga
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So what you would've done?
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Stand strong?
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I'm not surprised
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I was in the county camoflauging my cries
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Squabbling niggaz twice my size
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For mistaking tears for fears in my eyes
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But I ain't ask to be real
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I was born like this
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Sacrificing my fo' sho's for your maybes
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Got me scorned like this
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Tattered and torn like this
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But my roots won't pluck
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I'm the only reason your tooth won't buck
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But is my authenticy worth the price I be paying?
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All the shit I've been through
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Nigga, do it look like I'm playing?
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I'ma be down 'til I get laid down
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All the ex-real niggaz would've still be real
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Only if they would've stayed down
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But these my blues
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I just spread the news to who I choose
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A tale of a real |