The Realist - Lil Rage

Ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa) I ride on these niggaz Let's get it! Super charger, the same color as PJ (Yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah) Audio, video, you caught on tape That's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum) In '9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale Back and forth, like Aliyah Chances of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million (Hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me But the Minuteman still do tricks on me Swear the feds just starin' at a nigga You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet Summertime niggaz still ridin' with the heat Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... Nowadayz the GT's glock black (cheaaa!) The shoes on that muhfucka 3-80 chrome Gotta be careful what you say on the phone I'm 36 souls away From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streetz (naww) What's the difference, I still eat the same A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same You niggaz rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad Nigga this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends 'Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards I stay on the block, and risk my life Day in and day out until a nigga sold out You niggaz playin', I show you what that street shit 'bout Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale You rappin'-ass niggaz ain't never sold no yams I'm talkin' sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays You was in the studio, I was on the block In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks 25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways

Yo, Red Spyda (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent-'Pac joint ready? Let me know, holla- There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future Yeah, n-, haha Let's go n-, this is what it is 2Pac cut his head bald Then you wanna cut yo head bald (you p- n-) 2Pac wear a bandanna You wan' wear a bandanna (what do we have here now?) 2Pac put a cross on his back You wanna put crosses on yo back N- you ain't 2Pac - this 2Pac Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings I can make a million and still not get enough of spending (yeah) And since my life is based on sinnin', I'm hell-bound Rather be buried than be worried, livin' held down My game plan to be trained Military mind of a thug lord, sittin' in the cemetery cryin' I've been lost since my adolescence, calling to Jesus Balling as a youngster, wondering if he sees us Young black male, c- sales got me three strikes Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die Wonder when we all pass is anybody listening? Got my, hands on my semi-s-, everybody's listenin' Please God, can you understand me? Bless my family Guide us all, before we fall into insanity I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin' warlike Drop some s-, to have these stupid b- jaws tight (yeah) 'Til Makaveli returns, it's "All Eyez On Me" (on me) (What do we have here now?) And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be (gon' be) You should've listened, I told you not to f- with me (with me) (What do we have here now?) Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see Since you're crying for mercy, I promise my success'll be the death of you Lord and behold you sold your soul, n- there's nothin' left of you (yea) Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you? If you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come true? Motherf-, I sat back and watched You pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot But you're not (now) - I see it so clear You can't take the pressure, you p-, I warned you not to push me You see me and chills run up your spine God made men the same boy, but your heart ain't like mine Press, they look at me like I'm a menace I was playing with g- while your momma had your punk-a- playing tennis I'm a nightmare, you see me when you dream Wake up, turn on your TV and see my a- again You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own F- The Source, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone (haha-haha) 'Til Makaveli returns, it's "All Eyez On Me" (on me) (What do we have here now?) And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be (gon' be) You should've listened, I told you not to f- with me (with me) (What do we have here now?) Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see 'Til Makaveli returns, it's "All Eyez On Me" (on me) (What do we have here now?) And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be (gon' be) You should've listened, I told you not to f- with me (with me) (What do we have here now?) Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see Whoa