Real Nigga Blues

Damn, its hard being a real nigga<br>Clutching on steal triggers<br>Pouring kool-aid on hilfigers<br>For niggaz I cut for<br>Pull a hoe out my truck for<br>Take a bullet to my gut for<br>Shoot up your cuz for<br>And nigga you askin` me what for?<br>`cuz this check I wrote until death won`t bounce<br>`cuz to quit is to care and excuses don`t count<br><br>Yeah, the real nigga blues<br><br>Short sticks and long brooms<br>Two feet planted whether it be the tomb or the courtroom<br>Bullet wounds in my flesh<br>Powder burns I digest<br>On the front line I press<br>Until in peace I may rest<br>For battles I can`t win<br>With stripes I must defend<br>Done been to the pen, behind friends<br>And I still can`t turn my flags in<br>When you break weak I got to stand strong<br>I strive to go hard while you strive to go home<br>These checks I write are required day and night<br>For better or worse, ups and downs<br>Or just plain old fist fights<br>Packin` all the weight<br>Puttin` in work from birth<br>Running myself in the dirt<br>And you askin` me why my back hurt?<br>Even when your dad tried to give me some fish<br>I eighty-sixed that shit<br>Pulled your coat but you was scared to dismiss that bitch<br>But I guess you got to be one of me or walk in my shoes<br>Or drink from the cup that I drink to feel my blues<br><br>Yeah, the real nigga blues<br><br>I can`t bend, brake, front, fraud, fold or get hacked<br>Its like I`m married to this game and my team looses if I get sacked<br>Turning down licks on niggaz I know ain`t got no heart<br>Arguing with my baby momma because shes convinces you`z a mark<br>My word is my bond, my life is my son<br>My duece is my gun, and my fear is to have none<br>`cuz I refuse to run<br>And for my honor I`d die, and for my mother I`d lie<br>My heart done got hard<br>I still show regards, call out to the Lord<br>But it seems like I can`t cry<br>So when bullets fly...<br>Yeah, its my fault<br>Locked in with no way out<br>Fuck some clout, this is what I`m about<br>Even if I am the only one to get caught<br>It ain`t in me to back down<br>Thats like laying my gat down<br>Nigga I ride for the cause, and I hide from the laws<br>And I ain`t scared to get ragged on<br>And for my crown... yeah<br>Caps gonn peal<br>I ain`t no threat, nigga but I will kill<br>And to all my partners up under them hills<br>Y`all know how it feels and thats real<br><br>Yeah, dig these blues<br>The real nigga blues<br><br>Dig this<br>My partners hit a lick for two and a half bricks<br>And since I`m the cornerstone of the clique<br>They came to me when the shit got thick<br>I took in all their evidence and made it mine<br>Not realizing that while they were ballin`<br>I`d be doing time<br>All they had to do was push the witness out of existence<br>And I would`ve walked because the case was inconsistent<br>But insted they got caught up in the joys<br>Of the fruit from the hussle<br>Said fuck me, let the witness live<br>And I got twenty five years<br>All `cuz I kept it real<br>A mark would`ve squeeled<br>But insted I chilled, put it on the pill<br>But got ?chofferred in? a deal<br>See I respect the code of the streets<br>The code of the ?jeeks?<br>But when they gave it to me they said `Fuck the police`<br>We`ll never help these hoes solve a case<br>Now tears in my sons face<br>Because his daddy is out of place<br>With no trace of my peers<br>Missing my little nigga younger years<br>All because I kept it real<br>Regrets?<br>Sometimes have some<br>I`ma walk when me time come<br>It wasnt my prints on the gun<br>In yo` eyes, you`z a real nigga<br>So what you would`ve done?<br>Stand strong?<br>I`m not surprised<br>I was in the county camoflauging my cries<br>Squabbling niggaz twice my size<br>For mistaking tears for fears in my eyes<br>But I ain`t ask to be real<br>I was born like this<br>Sacrificing my fo` sho`s for your maybes<br>Got me scorned like this<br>Tattered and torn like this<br>But my roots won`t pluck<br>I`m the only reason your tooth won`t buck<br>But is my authenticy worth the price I be paying?<br>All the shit I`ve been through<br>Nigga, do it look like I`m playing?<br>I`ma be down `til I get laid down<br>All the ex-real niggaz would`ve still be real<br>Only if they would`ve stayed down<br>But these my blues<br>I just spread the news to who I choose<br>A tale of a real nigga<br>Can you dig his blues?<br><br>Yeah, the real nigga blues<br>And all I got are my balls and my word<br>Yeah, my balls and my word