Outlawz Real Talk Lyrics

Artist: Outlawz
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Album: Track 1 on Outlaw 4 Life: 2005 A.P.
Length: 3:49

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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