Real Talk

Lyrics

[Intro: Focus…] Yeah, Outlawz! E.D.I., Young Noble, Kastro I am yours truly, Focus… Let's go! [Verse 1: E.D.I. Mean] Now you done heard a lot of talk 'bout me and my niggas Them outlaw worldwide mob figures From triumph to tragedy To right back on top and niggas still mad at me For pushin' that big truck on 24's A square feet in ATL game lockjaw Man, that's what my nigga got shot for Bein' to muh'fuckin' raw for these fuck boys See the darkness, see the light, he wanna kill it Misery love company and that's the real shit But in 2005 I'm on some kill shit 'Fore a nigga sneak upon me and peel this I'm takin' a stand with MAC in hand Born killer like them niggas in Pakistan It's simple, gotta get 'em 'fore I die Like the old West, see now we load TEC's to ride [Chorus: stic.man] I know, Mama, you did your best at raisin' me Now your baby done 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 thing cocked 'Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me Real talk [Verse 2: Young Noble] Every day 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 the hope for the hopeless, a voice for the voiceless Outlaw soldiers, we still in the game Years later, less members, but the feelin' the same Straight from the heart, we makin' a mark Live for the day, don't wait for tomorrow Haters gettin' they wrong I seen the streets wrap sheets round the toughest of niggas I seen prison put religion in the roughest of niggas They say gangstas don't live that long, too many turncoat That's fucked up, puttin' cuffs on your folks Coincidental the Outlawz instrumental And raisin' a thug nation, we influential [Chorus: stic.man] I know, Mama, you did your best at raisin' me Now your baby done 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 thing cocked 'Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me Real talk [Verse 3: Kastro] My mother ain't made no sucka Raised in the gutta, I'm a made motherfucka All I know is get paid, motherfucka All day, motherfucka, one way or another And ain't nobody nowhere that can stop me Call me cocky—you tennis, I'm hockey Mix a little bit of Pac and Yaki With black Rocky and my pops who got me Real talk, I never took a short Unless it was support, I'm stressin', ain't my fault And I walk these dogs, I'm a soldier Don't you wanna be like me when you grow up? A man of honor, comma, good Karma Niggas wants drama, I got the problem solver Big-ass SIG, that's that shit Plus a bully, that's a fully-automatic! [Chorus: stic.man] I know, Mama, you did your best at raisin' me Now your baby done 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 thing cocked 'Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me Real talk