Real Talk lyrics

by

Paul Wall


[Verse 1]
Yeah, real talk for my n*ggas on the block
I been wrecking for a second, but I promised that I wouldn't stop
I been in it with my n*ggas, for a long time
But they gotta give it to me, cause they know I wouldn't drop
Same n*gga, with the flow
Same n*gga that'll spin a n*gga's ass up, throw his ass in the trunk
I'm a representative for the as*h*les
Try to run up on me, I'll teach a n*gga how to stunt
Southwest, you better get your hands up
'Fore I send a wave of n*ggas that'll hit your man's up
While you wanna-be thugs better pull your pants up
Then the sh*t hit the fan
Then I f*ck your fans up
These n*ggas really got a n*gga f*cked up
Hating motherf*ckers, I'll show you what the beef is
Show you n*ggas how to lose teeth, keep running off at the mouth
And I can show you n*ggas what the sleep is
Better give it up, when you hear the name Trae
When I hit the block in black, your ass better pray
Tell the five in the hood I don't play
And I got more n*ggas in the slugs
In the tip of a K
And I run with the C's and the B's on the block
And the G's and few B.D.'s on the block
And I kept it real, so I got the keys to the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'll put it on the pack, and I'll ride for it first
n*gga jump, gonna be the first n*gga that'll slide for it
They don't wanna see me in a zone, when I try for it
Any real n*gga stand up and get an eye for it
Cause I'm oh so real though homie
And I'm next in the line, finna show the world what it was
H-Town, till the death
Intuition of a n*gga named Pac, finna let it rain for the thugs
[Verse 2]
Somebody better give me the crown, these n*ggas out of line
And I see I gotta put 'em in they place
Everyday it be the same old sh*t, I gotta click on a b*tch
I don't really wanna pay another case
Whey they n*ggas wanna try a n*gga, like a n*gga soft than a b*tch
I'll lean on a n*gga, like Boss on a switch
Better chill 'fore I get to going off on a b*tch
Lace the Nike's and break a n*gga jaw in this b*tch
Everybody wanna know about the South
But I promise you n*ggas'll wanna take another route
A.B.N. finna hit a n*gga's ass in the drought
In the town right now (no doubt)
If you got a problem with Trae, let's get it on
Iggy on lock, so I'm back in a zone still packing the chrome
I was late for the hood, so I'm bad to the bone
Since I roll on the block, it's half of the bone
sh*t just got wrong, you can hear it in my tone (I'm p*ssed)
But I'm still moving along
Yeah Jay'Ton, still grooving along
So the n*ggas in the blue got love for the Home
For the H and the West state
I"ll put it on a n*gga in the worst way
That'll be your worst day, and I put it on Trae
Motherf*ckers better get in a line, or the dirt where you gon lay
This right here for my n*gga named Nick
In a hospital bed, half gone
I'll run up on a b*tch n*gga, who that out that shout out
Feel I gotta hit his ass with the chrome
Nothing less, R-E-S-T-L-E double S
Stress, got a n*gga on amp
So I gotta mob for life like 24/7
And I promise I'm about to be the champ
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