Real Talk lyrics

[Intro: Focus…]
Yeah, Outlawz!
E.D.I., Young Noble, Kastro
I am yours truly, Focus…
Let's go!

[Verse 1: E.D.I. Mean]
Now you done heard a lot of talk 'bout me and my n*ggas
Them outlaw worldwide mob figures
From triumph to tragedy
To right back on top and n*ggas still mad at me
For pushin' that big truck on 24's
A square feet in ATL game lockjaw
Man, that's what my n*gga got shot for
Bein' to muh'f*ckin' raw for these f*ck boys
See the darkness, see the light, he wanna kill it
Misery love company and that's the real sh*t
But in 2005 I'm on some kill sh*t
'Fore a n*gga sneak upon me and peel this
I'm takin' a stand with MAC in hand
Born killer like them n*ggas in Pakistan
It's simple, gotta get 'em 'fore I die
Like the old West, see now we load TEC's to ride

[Chorus: stic.man]
I know, Mama, you did your best at raisin' me
Now your baby done 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 b*tch
So if a n*gga wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my thing c*cked
'Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me
Real talk
[Verse 2: Young Noble]
Every day 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 f*ck it, I'm a hustla, b*tch!
So we start our own label sellin' bricks legit
Power to the people, a lot of power in my pencil
We the hope for the hopeless, a voice for the voiceless
Outlaw soldiers, we still in the game
Years later, less members, but the feelin' the same
Straight from the heart, we makin' a mark
Live for the day, don't wait for tomorrow
Haters gettin' they wrong
I seen the streets wrap sheets round the toughest of n*ggas
I seen prison put religion in the roughest of n*ggas
They say gangstas don't live that long, too many turncoat
That's f*cked up, puttin' cuffs on your folks
Coincidental the Outlawz instrumental
And raisin' a thug nation, we influential

[Chorus: stic.man]
I know, Mama, you did your best at raisin' me
Now your baby done 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 b*tch
So if a n*gga wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my thing c*cked
'Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me
Real talk
[Verse 3: Kastro]
My mother ain't made no sucka
Raised in the gutta, I'm a made motherf*cka
All I know is get paid, motherf*cka
All day, motherf*cka, one way or another
And ain't nobody nowhere that can stop me
Call me c*cky—you tennis, I'm hockey
Mix a little bit of Pac and Yaki
With black Rocky and my pops who got me
Real talk, I never took a short
Unless it was support, I'm stressin', ain't my fault
And I walk these dogs, I'm a soldier
Don't you wanna be like me when you grow up?
A man of honor, comma, good Karma
n*ggas wants drama, I got the problem solver
Big-ass SIG, that's that sh*t
Plus a bully, that's a fully-automatic!

[Chorus: stic.man]
I know, Mama, you did your best at raisin' me
Now your baby done 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 b*tch
So if a n*gga wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my thing c*cked
'Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me
Real talk