Lyrics:
'Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred
See L Butler better known as Chad or Pimp see
The closest homeboy that I ever had
Now when we
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
in the age of the social
On our knees, take a test
To be lovin' and grateful
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel
is not her fault
So he's a servant to the streets he gonna give it all he got
Mama said I curse too much on my songs
I told her yea I curse but I am
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
his farewell write up in New York blogging pages
CHORUS
D C G
night yeah man we run the streets got so much money man I am throwing money on the street light skin dark skin all I do is win I can’t mess with no loser
being famous or how
Many hit's their page gets
That are happy being nameless
And absent from your papers
And could never be swayed by
Someone clapping in
the street, where I'm selling it
Who said, "Joell is sick"?
Man I'm on the deathbed
I wrote this on the bedspread
With IV in my wrist i am him
The product
leaves
Ready to come out whenever the cock crows three
I am back to retake moments I'll make better
Hidden among the pages of your photo albums
I can
All of these creative choices I've defended
Doing everything I can, feeling overextended
Am I lesser cause I panic and I cannot adjust
To these
energized
If I was dead now I'm back alive
I'll never quit cause I'm gratified
I am fulfilled by the culture
I am fulfilled by the lifestyle
I am fulfilled by
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
in the AM, by night, there was mayhem, by right, I will slay them
Way them that have been thinking they are deep with it
Claims loving music like they
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
the street
I am the bounty on the table
In the palace at the feast
I am the rain upon the earth
After a scorching drought
I am the quenching
set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shit I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By
wrote the crossover
But if the album sellout I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep asking whens the album gonna come out
Ask your local execs I'm
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
logical fuck an obstical bitch
How can I make twelve albums
All them gold and platinum's
And I am still clowin'
It ain't hard
I used to be a broke
grandmother is living on it
That shit made, me who I am today being honest (Yah)
If everything was peachy and my life was rated PG
Then my songs be kind
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