(bun b)
I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin
Had to find my place
But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue
Had to dodge a case
Had to dodge a bullet
And the nigga that tried to pull it
The streets is throwed
If I dont get lean and blowed everyday
I feel just like ima explode on overload and overdrive
All my life this drive I tried
I seen a lot of good niggas die
Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched
Or somebodys a bitch
I wish I could change the past
But I gots to live in the present and pray
That tomorrow this shit dont last, Im livin to fast
Shit, my momma asked me who I was like she aint know me
But, to tell the truth I didnt know myself
I found out she had to told me
Just to show me just how good I had it
I guess I couldnt see it
Mild-mannered I just couldnt be it
But that was just the way we used to g it
One of the wrongest niggas I see
Or one of the strongest niggas I know
Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live aint long and I know
So I put weed in the bong and I blow
Stay cool calm and collected a neglected
Child that grew into a man thats widely respected
Too real
(chorus)
I feel no pain
I cant complain
Stuck in the game
Tryin to maintain
Cause Im so real
(pimp c)
We blow big everyday
But that dont stop our pain
Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game
Got niggas doin 40
When you 25 thats life
I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price
These bitch ass niggas shife
Niggas might snitch out they momma
Thats why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama
Cause we aint promised tommorow
But nigga you promised to die
Nigga cant you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry
At night I talk to God and try to understand
How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man
I guess they already gone, aint nothin gone bring them back
So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks
I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones
But I had to realize in life everything aint always fun
I guess thats true for some
But them hoes will never win
Out here just hustlin and grindin
Tryin to change from niggas to men
Chorus
(3-2)
My nigga you a ho to me
Boy you done went off on me
Runnin round with the fakin and hatin
Ima blast if you run up on me
Ima do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch
This matter coulda been resolved
If you woulda came clean and paid my shit
See niggas disrespect the game but boy youll never last
Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass
And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up
No respect for your family thats dead
Dont write yo peoples locked up
Damn I miss my dog he was hog to this game
Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name
You boys is funny
Im bout my money
And oh so true
Mr. 3-2 when I never trusted you
Im too real
Chorus