OUTLAWZ - REAL TALK LYRICS

Writer(s):BROADUS, CALVIN
Artist: Outlawz Lyrics
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Date: Originally added at 6:54 am October 07, 2003.

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Now you dun heard a lot of talk about me and my *****z 
Them outlaw world-wide my figures. 
From triumph to tragedy, 
To right back on top the *****z still mad at me. 
For pushin that big truck on 24's a square feat in ATL game lock draw
Man dats what my ***** got shot for, 
Bein to motha ****in raw for these **** boys. 
See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it 
Misery loves company
And that's the real **** 
But in 2005 I'm on some kill **** 
Four *****z sneak upon my and peel this. 
I'm takin a stand with a mac in hand all killa, like them *****z in pakistan 
It's simple, gotta git em fore' I die like the old west see how we low tex da ride. 

[Chorus:]
I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me. 
Now your baby dun 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 ***** 
So if a ***** wanna get at me 
I be out in them streets, my thang cocked 
Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me 
Real talk. 

Everyday 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 **** it I'm a hustla ***** 
So we start our own label sellin' bricks legit 
Power to the people 
A lot of power in my pencil 
We da hope for the hopeless 
The voice for the voiceless 
Outlaw soldiers, we still in the game 
Years later last members ****in feelin the same. 
Straight from the heart 
Makin em walk 
Live for the day don't wait for tomorrow 
Hatas gettin they wrong 
I seen tha streets rap 
Rounda tough with some *****z 
I seen prison put religion in the roughs of some *****z. 
They say gansgtaz don't live that long 
Too many turn-coals 
That's ****ed up puttin cuffs on your folks 
Coincidental the outlawz instrumental 
And raisin a thug nation we influential 

[Chorus:]
I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me. 
Now your baby dun 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 ***** 
So if a ***** wanna get at me 
I be out in them streets, my thang cocked 
Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me 
Real talk. 

Yea, My mother ain't made no sucka 
Raised in the gutta 
I'm a made mutha ****a. 
All I know is get paid motha ****a 
All day motha ****a 
One way or anotha 
And ain't no body no where that can stop me 
Call me cocky you tennis I'm hockey 
Mix a little bit of Pac and Yaki with black rocky in my Paps you got me. 
Real tall I never took a shall unless it was support 
I'm stressin ain't my thought 
And I walk these dogs I'm a soldier 
Dontcha wanna be like me when you grow up? 
A man of honor commer 
Good commer
*****z wants drama I got the problem solva 
Big *** Cig, that's *** **** 
Plus the bully that a fully automatic. 

[Chorus:]
I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me. 
Now your baby dun 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 ***** 
So if a ***** wanna get at me 
I be out in them streets, my thang cocked 
Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me 
Real talk.

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