Real Talk Lyrics - Outlawz

Now you dun heard a lot of talk about me and my niggaz 

Them outlaw world-wide my figures. 

From triumph to tragedy, 

To right back on top the niggaz still mad at me. 

For pushin that big truck on 24's a square feat in ATL game lock draw 

Man dats what my nigga got shot for, 

Bein to motha fuckin raw for these fuck boys. 

See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it 

Misery loves company 

And that's the real shit 

But in 2005 I'm on some kill shit 

Four niggaz sneak upon my and peel this. 

I'm takin a stand with a mac in hand all killa, like them niggaz 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 bitch 

So if a nigga 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 fuck it I'm a hustla bitch 

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 fuckin 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 niggaz 

I seen prison put religion in the roughs of some niggaz. 

They say gansgtaz don't live that long 

Too many turn-coals 

That's fucked 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 bitch 

So if a nigga 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 fucka. 

All I know is get paid motha fucka 

All day motha fucka 

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 

Niggaz wants drama I got the problem solva 

Big ass Cig, that's ass shit 

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 bitch 

So if a nigga 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.