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2 Real
15,644
Hip-Hop/Rap
2 Real was released on March 3, 1998 by Rap-A-Lot as a part of the album My Homies
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Release DateMarch 3, 1998
LabelRap-A-Lot
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM65

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scarface
Scarface
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scarface
Scarface
Songwriter

Lyrics

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 **** that tried to pull it, the streets is throwed
If I don't get lean and blowed everyday, I feel just like I'ma explode
On overload and overdrive, all my life this drive I tried
I seen a lot of good **** die 'cause somebody hated somebody lied
Or somebody snitched or somebody's a bitch, I wish I could change the past
But I gots to live in the present and pray that tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin' to fast
Shit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me
But, to tell the truth I didn't know myself, out the house she had to throw me
Just to show me just how good I had it, I guess I couldn't see it
Mild-mannered, I just couldn't be it, but that was just the way we used to G it
One of the wrongest **** I see or one of the strongest **** I know
Walkin' on my tippy-toe 'cause the life I live ain't 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 that's widely respected
Too real
I feel no pain, I can't complain
Stuck in the game, tryin' to maintain
'Cause I'm so real
We blow big everyday, but that don't stop our pain
Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game
Got **** doin' forty when you twenty five that's life
I guess when your career is sellin' dope somebody got to pay the price
These bitch ass **** shife, **** might snitch out they momma
That's why me and Leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama
'Cause we ain't promised tomorrow, but **** you promised to die
**** can't 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, ain't nothin gone bring them back
So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks
I still love my piece and chain, wood grain and big head ones
But I had to realise in life everything ain't always fun
I guess that's true for some, but them hoes will never win
Out here just hustlin' and grindin', tryin' to change from **** to men
I feel no pain, I can't complain
Stuck in the game, tryin' to maintain
'Cause I'm so real
My ****, you a hoe to me, boy, you done went off on me
Runnin' 'round with the fakin' and hatin', I'ma blast if you run up on me
I'ma 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 **** disrespect the game but boy you'll never last
Pullin' that hoe 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 that's dead, don't write yo' peoples locked up
Damn, I miss my dawg he was hog to this game
Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name
You boys is funny, I'm 'bout my money and oh so true
Mr. 3-2 when I never trusted you
I'm too real
I feel no pain, I can't complain
Stuck in the game, tryin' to maintain
'Cause I'm so real
Written by: Scarface
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