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For Real
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For Real was released on March 11, 1997 by Rap-A-Lot as a part of the album The Untouchable
March 11, 1997
LabelRap-A-Lot
LanguageEnglish
BPM81
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

I got this coffee pot of white soap
Stuck my hanger down the center
When I entered I spent it 'cause it was like dope
But on the real-a he was jackin' me for scratch
'Cause out of 36 ounces this motherfucker brought me 20 back
I'm slanging 20 sacs' cause I done lost 16
And these goddamn streets ain't going to bring me back
Now could it be the Southside big baller
Bolo rock slanger stones done got slaughtered-damn
I'm going up on my whole thangs
And stepped on don't go runnin' my clique but it's a cold game
And all I ever wanted was some hundred stacks
I went from slangin' O-Z's to movin' hundred sacks
Gotta make my money back
'Cause I done came too far up in these goddamn streets
To get my money snatched
I'm so for real about my motherfuckin' skrill
That any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin' killed
For real
"All I have in this world...balls"
I know this **** run the game of life
So motherfuckin' sheist that at night he gots to sleep with lights
'Cause he done come across with shit so shady
That muthafuckers comin' with clips to locate him
Ain't no waitin' and once they spot him they gon' sure waste him
And once they got him they gon' sure waste him
This ain't no muthafuckin joke ****; it ain't worth it
And even if your mother gets in it, you can't surface
It was all purpose
Just like that bullshit you was serving it was all purpose
We all chipped in **** and we all hurting
I gots to grind just like in eighty-nine
When a **** 25 cent pieces look just like baby dimes
I'm on the corner selling whole eights
I don't remember being this fuckin' paranoid since I sold weight
I went from 50 sacs' to 50 packs
And all because this motherfucker got jipped he wants to jip me back
But when I find him I'm gon' finalize
Just to let a **** know I'm for real and down to die for mine
And I'm for real about this muthafuckin' skrill
And any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin killed
For real
"All I have in this world...balls"
Game made a big shift since '86 when I started
Seems like **** with hustle got outsmarted
'Cause now they wanna analyze they homies for scratch
Catch them when they sleeping come down and up scrap
And even though I plotted hittin' **** for ends
I never took out straps and shot gats at friends
It was all about being for real where I was from
Where very few **** came real but I was one
I dedicate this to my homies stuck in battle
Living life being caught up in this muthafuckin' gamble
Though the game made to be changed but the **** still started
Cocaine seems to be blamed for the **** gettin slaughtered
How many times you had your homie shot
By the same muthafucker whose gang came from your homie's block
**** get caught up in the paper chase
And lose respect for the game
That was honored before the cake was made
"All I have in this world...balls"
Written by: Brad Jordan
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