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