"For Real" 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 running my clique 'cause it's a old 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 this motherfuckin' skrill
That any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin' killed
For real
"All I have in this world...balls"
I know this nigga run this game of life
So motherfucking sheist that at night he got to sleep with lights
'Cause he done come across with shit so shade
That mother fuckers coming with clips to locate him
Ain't no waiting and once they spot him they gon' sure face him
And once the got him they gon' sure waste him
This ain't no motherfucking joke nigga 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 nigga and we all hurting
I gots to grind just like in eighty-nine
When a niggas 25 cent pieces look just like baby dimes
I'm on the corner selling whole eights
I don't remember being this fucking 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 nigga know I'm for real and down to die for mine
And I'm for real about this motherfucking skrill
And any obstacle obscuring my paper is getting killed
For real
"All I have in this world...balls"
Game made a big shift since '86 when I started
Seems like niggas 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' niggas 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 niggas came real but I was one
I dedicate this to my homies stuck in battle
Living life being caught up in this motherfuckin' gamble
The game made to be changed but the niggas still started
Cocaine seems to be blamed for the niggas getting slaughtered
How many times you had your homie shot
By the same motherfucker whose gang came from your homie's block
Niggas 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"
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 running my clique 'cause it's a old 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 this motherfuckin' skrill
That any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin' killed
For real
"All I have in this world...balls"
I know this nigga run this game of life
So motherfucking sheist that at night he got to sleep with lights
'Cause he done come across with shit so shade
That mother fuckers coming with clips to locate him
Ain't no waiting and once they spot him they gon' sure face him
And once the got him they gon' sure waste him
This ain't no motherfucking joke nigga 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 nigga and we all hurting
I gots to grind just like in eighty-nine
When a niggas 25 cent pieces look just like baby dimes
I'm on the corner selling whole eights
I don't remember being this fucking 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 nigga know I'm for real and down to die for mine
And I'm for real about this motherfucking skrill
And any obstacle obscuring my paper is getting killed
For real
"All I have in this world...balls"
Game made a big shift since '86 when I started
Seems like niggas 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' niggas 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 niggas came real but I was one
I dedicate this to my homies stuck in battle
Living life being caught up in this motherfuckin' gamble
The game made to be changed but the niggas still started
Cocaine seems to be blamed for the niggas getting slaughtered
How many times you had your homie shot
By the same motherfucker whose gang came from your homie's block
Niggas 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"
