Tytuł: Real

• Wykonawca: Dj Krush
• Wyświetleń: 284

  
   Niggaz don't you know? Never promised tomorrow man
  Check it, check it *the next life*
  Life life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shit
  For real man, shit can happen
  in the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man
  Recognize that for real
  You're never promise tomorrow, you know
  Any nigga that you know, knahmsayin?
  You never know about these things, word up
  His body was cold yet his face remained calmly
  He spoke differently, as if he was Godly
  Layin on the ground the gat still in his clutches
  Shoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches
  Situation, made me sober as fuck
  As he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck
  Gunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck
  Said a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed
  Cause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest
  His eyes told the story that his heart was diminished
  The ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes
  They didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished
  I guess his heart never knew the love that was in it
  Yeah, word up, goin back
  Chorus: Tragedy
  If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time
  Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end
  It's all about cash, and the diamond rings
  Dedicated, cause real niggaz do real things
  (repeat 2X)
  Word up, real things, real niggaz do real things
  Yo, movin on
  Through his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his
  Cocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is
  The blood drenched in his Armani linen
  I guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin
  From the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years
  When we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers
  And now the tears, I can't stop from comin
  I wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin
  It seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game
  I never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain
  Now the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him
  Heard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him
  The Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him
  But on the low, if I ever see him, I'ma hit him
  Yo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug
  It's real love, this is what a real nigga does
  Chorus
  What yo, real niggaz do real things
  Word up, real niggaz do.. real niggaz, yeah
  Yo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yo
  The words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot
  Her mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped
  She fell to the floor with her eyes in shock
  I was standin there stuck off the words I said
  Worst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead
  Shoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is
  Now he left his kids to be raised by they mothers
  From the cradle to the grave we was like brothers
  Went to same schools and fucked the same bitches
  Pumped on the same block with the same snitches
  Burnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches
  And I remember, when we was both five percenters
  Goin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters
  And now the end is, justifyin all the means
  That's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens
  and it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo
  Chorus (repeats)
  Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggaz
  Even if you don't get no bigger
  Finsta, Crash, presedential
  Confidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?
  Japan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo
  Begins, world currency
  The way the dollar bends, and it haunts me
  It wants me it traps me, in the hole
  Reachin for my soul, fuck it, yo
  Chorus