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Real Nigga Blues Lyrics - Balls And My Word - Scarface

Damn, its hard being a real nigga 

Clutching on steal triggers 

Pouring kool-aid on hilfigers 

For niggaz I cut for 

Pull a hoe out my truck for 

Take a bullet to my gut for 

Shoot up your cuz for 

And nigga you askin' me what for? 

'cuz this check I wrote until death won't bounce 

'cuz to quit is to care and excuses don't count 

 

Yeah, the real nigga blues 

 

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Short sticks and long brooms 

Two feet planted whether it be the tomb or the courtroom 

Bullet wounds in my flesh 

Powder burns I digest 

On the front line I press 

Until in peace I may rest 

For battles I can't win 

With stripes I must defend 

Done been to the pen, behind friends 

And I still can't turn my flags in 

When you break weak I got to stand strong 

I strive to go hard while you strive to go home 

These checks I write are required day and night 

For better or worse, ups and downs 

Or just plain old fist fights 

Packin' all the weight 

Puttin' in work from birth 

Running myself in the dirt 

And you askin' me why my back hurt? 

Even when your dad tried to give me some fish 

I eighty-sixed that shit 

Pulled your coat but you was scared to dismiss that bitch 

But I guess you got to be one of me or walk in my shoes 

Or drink from the cup that I drink to feel my blues 

 

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Yeah, the real nigga blues 

 

I can't bend, brake, front, fraud, fold or get hacked 

Its like I'm married to this game and my team looses if I get sacked 

Turning down licks on niggaz I know ain't got no heart 

Arguing with my baby momma because shes convinces you'z a mark 

My word is my bond, my life is my son 

My duece is my gun, and my fear is to have none 

'cuz I refuse to run 

And for my honor I'd die, and for my mother I'd lie 

My heart done got hard 

I still show regards, call out to the Lord 

But it seems like I can't cry 

So when bullets fly... 

Yeah, its my fault 

Locked in with no way out 

Fuck some clout, this is what I'm about 

Even if I am the only one to get caught 

It ain't in me to back down 

Thats like laying my gat down 

Nigga I ride for the cause, and I hide from the laws 

And I ain't scared to get ragged on 

And for my crown... yeah 

Caps gonn peal 

I ain't no threat, nigga but I will kill 

And to all my partners up under them hills 

Y'all know how it feels and thats real 

 

Yeah, dig these blues 

The real nigga blues 

 

Dig this 

My partners hit a lick for two and a half bricks 

And since I'm the cornerstone of the clique 

They came to me when the shit got thick 

I took in all their evidence and made it mine 

Not realizing that while they were ballin' 

I'd be doing time 

All they had to do was push the witness out of existence 

And I would've walked because the case was inconsistent 

But insted they got caught up in the joys 

Of the fruit from the hussle 

Said fuck me, let the witness live 

And I got twenty five years 

All 'cuz I kept it real 

A mark would've squeeled 

But insted I chilled, put it on the pill 

But got? chofferred in? a deal 

See I respect the code of the streets 

The code of the? jeeks? 

But when they gave it to me they said 'Fuck the police' 

We'll never help these hoes solve a case 

Now tears in my sons face 

Because his daddy is out of place 

With no trace of my peers 

Missing my little nigga younger years 

All because I kept it real 

Regrets? 

Sometimes have some 

I'ma walk when me time come 

It wasnt my prints on the gun 

In yo' eyes, you'z a real nigga 

So what you would've done? 

Stand strong? 

I'm not surprised 

I was in the county camoflauging my cries 

Squabbling niggaz twice my size 

For mistaking tears for fears in my eyes 

But I ain't ask to be real 

I was born like this 

Sacrificing my fo' sho's for your maybes 

Got me scorned like this 

Tattered and torn like this 

But my roots won't pluck 

I'm the only reason your tooth won't buck 

But is my authenticy worth the price I be paying? 

All the shit I've been through 

Nigga, do it look like I'm playing? 

I'ma be down 'til I get laid down 

All the ex-real niggaz would've still be real 

Only if they would've stayed down 

But these my blues 

I just spread the news to who I choose 

A tale of a real nigga 

Can you dig his blues? 

 

Yeah, the real nigga blues 

And all I got are my balls and my word 

Yeah, my balls and my word 

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