already walking, you bad motherfucker As real as can be, I keep my people with me And that's BK, Drinkala and King Toki Rhymesayers Entertainment and what more can
thats lucrative This the real world, homie, school finished they done stole your dreams, you dunno who did it I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS I won't be
t go back to sleep, time for prayer Don't let it defeat ya, time to find what's ya real need my player You who only see me as an entertainer See this
them My LP's drugs nigga be like runnin listen [Chorus: Nas] (HEY!! Where are, where they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!) {Awww man can you believe
If you can't live, you dyin', you can't rewind Keep it real or keep it movin', keep grindin' Keep shinin', to every young man This is a plan, learn from others like your brothers
don't be conspicous, cause you can't get with this Hardcore scientifical, far from typical My rap style, is dy-no-mite It make you wanna be like the e
you could be my boyfriend you surely can Just let me quit my boyfriend called superman I said he's a fairy I do suppose Flyin' through the air in pantyhose He may be
cat The goal is to be a poet and a carpenter To be one who loves to be one who works The nazz's not something that can be given The brodel is inside
Hakim, Brother Ali, Kancer, Mole Man Jimmy 2 Times, Budda Time, BK One Blueprint, The Chosen Few, my man Real Proof J-Bird, Kevin Peacher, Joe Good And my little brothers
My people, I stand before you, As a man with more true shit Than what he knows to do with I give it all to you, long as you can promise me this When
scarred From the cat behind the wall who play handball in the yard To the one that run the block as head baller in charge To the brothers with the kufis
there for my team they're there for me For real, I'll be diligently killin the soliloquies Of these millipedes that try to pass themselves off as ill
straight They'll never find diamonds, as bright as my eyes When I find where my competators hide And then I slice em, Brother Ali, mean muggin emcee
you done hurt enough. Just, I don't know, try to make some real shit, you know? Verse 1: Bye, you ain't never gunna see me again if I can help it
Point across, so bust, the floss As I go in between, the grit and the dirt Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm As I crack the, monotone
They sad songs, money, the dough's not long Mine on the other hand is lent me tight The Abstract gets real, real, real Verse 4: Dove Real down to Earth
