Übersetzung: Diamond. Sie können keine Front (Shit Is Real).
shit is real (You can't front) Yo, you know the shit is real (You can't front, Jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (You can't front) [Diamond] Ayo I'
a'int beggin for it, and you can love it you can hate it but you can't ignore it you can't be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short, but you
cocked and ready 'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin' and rock you steady Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real Your homeboys from
fittin' to introduce you to the old me You walk in, explode it and leave reload You don't like a record nigga - buck you, blow me But you will respect
The for realness of the man You can't shake the man when you feel the man you know the man And you gotta call yourself because you are that man [2Pac
to me [Lady Levi] Oh, you tink life is yours? Life ain't na somethin you can rap with Ooh come na ordinary game Da game na somethin you can rap with
bitch (uh-huuuh!) Got on my Louie checkers grey and black up in this bitch. Diamonds on my neck! - Diamon'-diamonds on my neck! Bitch nigga front if you
You Around Right Here By My Side..Right Here By My Side I Can't Go Know Where... I Gotta Have You Here Can't Roam The Town... Gotta Have You Around
rob Noreaga I'm talkin' Noreaga, n-gga, the real Noreaga If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us And tell congress when you see '
can you feel me I'm so hood And if you ain't from here you can walk it out (Alright) You ain't hood if you don't know what I'm talking about (Weezy) I
your grave site, overkill Aren't you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet! Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid You dudes is too excited You
so long, you can mistake it for carpet You got purple kush up in that blunt, homie? Just spark it If twenty-six's aint on your truck, you should just park it Because you
man's coming, you can hear his chain dangle Brolic arm, check out the ankle Best cuts, diamond sittin' sideways, like they sit in the cup You can pour
and clob on one of ya'll muthafuckas Yo Spidey, put that reverb shit, on Come on... "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?" Yeah "Can you feel it..." Let
the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi Am I, gon' run or stay, can I get away no you can't can't I surrendi? And I, lazy bop, Mercedes hot In my
diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real
Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack Shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll
