Real Talk

Now you dun heard a lot of tlak about me and my niggers,
Them Outlaw world-wide my figures,
From triumph to tragedy,
To right back on top the niggers still mad at me,
For pushin' that big trug on 24's a square feat in ATL game lock draw,
Man that's what my nigger got shot for,
Being to motherfucking raw for these fuck boys,
See the darkness, see the light, he wanna feel it,
Misery loves company,
And that's the real shit,
But in 2005 I'm on some kill shit,
Four niggers sneak upon me and peel this,
I'm taking a stand with a mac in hand all killa, like them niggers in Pakistan,
It's simple, gotta get em 'fore I due like the old west, see how low we tex the ride/
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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 bitch,
So if a nigger wanna get at me,
I be out in them streets, my thang cocked,
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 fuckk it i'm a hustla bitch,
So we start our own label sellin' bricks legit,
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 fuckkin' feelin' the same,
Straight from the heart,
Makin' 'em walk,
Live for the day don't wait for tomorrow,
Hater's gettin they wrong,
I seen the streets rap,
Rounda tough with some niggers,
I seen prison put religion in the roughs of some niggers,
They say gangsters don't live that long,
Too many turn-coals,
Thats fucked up puttin' cuffs on your folks,
Coincidental the Outlawz' instrumental,
And raisin' a thug nation we influential.
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Yea,
My Mother aint made no suppa,
Raised in the gutter,
I'm a made motherfucker,
All I know is get paid motherfucker,
All day motherfucker,
One way or another,
And ain't no body no where that can stop me,
Call me cachy you tennis I'm 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,
I'm stressin' ain't my thought,
And I walk these dogs I'm a soldier,
Don't ya wanna be like me when you grow up?
A man of honor, comma,
Niggers wants drama I got the problem solva,
Big ass Cig, thats that shit,
Plus the bully that a fully automatic.
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