wish you was here, in the physical Super hit me on the two way and left me a message sayin You mighta got killed, it couldn't be real Then reality struck
[Cormega] What, I'ma live for my niggas I'ma shine for my niggas How can I express the sorrow, I learn to dread tomorrow Had to see my nigga Yammy dead
me with heat I don't even take you serious, I think you envious I feel it, I was born to deal bricks And come through the hood in ill whips The Realness
son, somethin' gotta give If I can't live, then ain't nothin' gonna live That's dead ass, 'bout to put this whole shit in the smash You real? Hit that
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to myself and keep it real with the game Fake niggas hang around but they get no fame Check it out uh [Hook:] [scratching] "the realness" [Melachi
would go to war with him? " Sweet indecent quality like Realness He paused and then reviled it, he could have been killed by a collective mental illness He said, "Realness
I don?t know if i would be the same today without my friends and my family they are always my guiding light through the darkest days of my life
Can you see what happens if the blind pull all the strings in a world full of hate and ignorance no one is truly free i always thought we all were
Oh, i can?t believe what this world is coming to nowadays so much is going wrong and change is a long overdue in times like these when all trees are
Every day of your life is a fight for survivial and it seems as if everyone else in this world is a rival a daily competition either you kill or you
where angel asses erect us Hollwood directors, Melrose dressers Aston's around us Toss another rounder, but if I fail Will they catch me before the ground does? Who your real
you If I hold you just for today I'm not gonna wanna let go I'm not gonna wanna go home Tell me you feel the same 'Cause I'm 4 real, are you 4 real?
You are a getaway car A rush of blood to the head But me, I'm just the covers on top of your bed You steer away in a rear view mirror You make my head
and diamond rings 'Cause real niggaz do real things Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real
Nothing can save me from the pain of you not loving me It doesn't help me to complain I just have to feel it until it goes away It's so useless and it
One, two, three, four Montreal is where I began to feel inside The gray sadness of winter You told me that this isn't it and I drove away Walking to
boat load of friends I'm gonna be on CMT someday But in my real world Things don't always turn out so good Like you wish they would, yeah In my real