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Outlawz - Real talk

Now you don' heard a lot of talk about me and my niggers
Them outlaw world-wide mobb figures
From triumph to tragedy
To right back on top, and niggers still mad at me
For pushing that big truck on 24's
A square feat in atl gained my dough
Man that's what my nigger got shot for
Being to motherfucking raw for dis foot ballers
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 peal this
I'm taking a stand with mac in hand
Born killer, like them niggers in Pakistan
It's simple, gotta git em fore' I die
Like the old west now we low Tex the ride

kertosäe:
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 thing 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 fuck it I'm a hustler bitch
(so we start our own label, selling bricks legit)
Power to the people
A lot of power in my pencil
We the hope for the hopeless
The voice for the voiceless
Outlaw soldiers, we still in the game
(years later, lost members but the feeling the same)
Straight from the heart
We making a mark
Live for the day don't wait for tomorrow
Haters getting their wrong
I seen the sweet raps street wrap
Round a tough with some niggers
I seen preachers put religion in the roughs of some niggers
(they say gangsters don't live that long)
Too many turned cold
That's fucked up putting cuffs on your folks
Coincidental the outlawz instrumental
And raisin a thug nation we influential

kertosäe

Yea, my mother ain't made no sucker
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 nobody nowhere that can stop me
Call me cocky you tennis I'm hockey
Mix a little bit of pac and yaki, with black rocky, and my pops you got me
Real talk, I never took a stroll
Unless it was support
I'm stressing ain't my thoughts
And I walk these dogs I'm a soldier
Don't you wanna be like me, when you grow up?
A man of honer, come on
Good karma
Niggers want drama, I got the problem solver
Big ass cig, that's that shit
Push the bully, that a fully automatic