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DJ Krush - Real lyrics
Featuring Tragedy] Niggaz don't you know? Never promised tomorrow man Check it check it *the next life* Life life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shit For real man shit can happen in the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man Recognize that for real You're never promise tomorrow you know Any nigga that you know knahmsayin? You never know about these things word up His body was cold yet his face remained calmly He spoke differently, as if he was Godly Layin on the ground the gat still in his clutches Shoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches Situation, made me sober as fuck As he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck Gunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck Said a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed Cause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest His eyes told the story that his heart was diminished The ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes They didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished I guess his heart never knew the love that was in it Yeah, word up, goin back Chorus: Tragedy If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end It's all about cash, and the diamond rings Dedicated, cause real niggaz do real things (repeat 2X) Word up, real things, real niggaz do real things Yo, movin on Through his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his Cocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is The blood drenched in his Armani linen I guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin From the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years When we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers And now the tears, I can't stop from comin I wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin It seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game I never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain Now the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him Heard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him The Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him But on the low, if I ever see him, I'ma hit him Yo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug It's real love, this is what a real nigga does Chorus What yo, real niggaz do real things Word up, real niggaz do.. real niggaz, yeah Yo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yo The words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot Her mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped She fell to the floor with her eyes in shock I was standin there stuck off the words I said Worst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead Shoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is Now he left his kids to be raised by they mothers From the cradle to the grave we was like brothers Went to same schools and fucked the same bitches Pumped on the same block with the same snitches Burnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches And I remember, when we was both five percenters Goin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters And now the end is, justifyin all the means That's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens and it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo Chorus (repeats) Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggaz Even if you don't get no bigger Finsta, Crash, presedential Confidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what? Japan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo Begins, world currency The way the dollar bends, and it haunts me It wants me it traps me, in the hole Reachin for my soul, fuck it, yo Chorus |
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