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 
 
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 
 
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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