Lyrics Comin' Real Again - MC Breed

Comin' Real Again

guess whos back\nguess whos back muthafucka, big ballin ass muthafuckin breed\ngivin you what ya need, yea, smokin a gang of weed\nhit them fools nigga\ncome one, come all\nniggas gettin the beat down\nretreat, peeps, feel the heat of the breed sound\ncollect facts, then attack like im suppose to\nya boys goin, aaahhhh, 4 new niggas and them hoes too\nits me, that nigga who aint never got caught\nmy mic is smooth as peppa, with a touch of salt\neat a book of the mark ass niggas i broke\ncause big breed, can do ya why im smokin my dope, try to cope\ncatch up as this shit gets mental, this chronic got me workin my\nbrain\ni need a pencil.\nso i can shake and change the style. but in the meanwhile\ni maintain the crowd.\nmake moves to improve, so i can get a bigger rep\nthe trigger finger straped, i wanna see another nigga step\ni play the cards, and you lost. mista gillagan\nthe mighty mad, bad writers comin real again\nbuck buck muthafucka. right at your muthafuckin ass.\nthis shit too strong for a muthafuckin vest.\nso watch your chest and your dome.\nleave breed the fuck alone.\nwe sendin niggas to the fuckin cemetary.\nthey got me thinkin. sittin in the hot spot.\nim straight up havin hard times wanting me a drop top.\nand a phat knot. i aint tryin to hear that 5−0 shit.\nim black, and i was born with a survival kit.\naint shit to spit, in the beer that im drinkin\ni gotta get paid, i gotta get paid, and thats what a nigga be\nthinkin.\nyou sleep hoes, im lookin in peep holes.\nin your 4head, run till your toes is numb, go test your broke\nhead.\nbreed got niggas on your back once again punk.\ntold you aint no future in that shit, but you still front.\nwhen will they relize, i got the feel again,\nthe mighty mad writers comin real again.\nbuck buck bbbbbbbbbiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggg\nthats the motherfuckin sound as we fuckin mothafuckas down.\nyea nigga, run but you count out race this motherfuckin bullet\nbreed, pull it, they cant fade you boy.\nonce mo, toe to toe, i dont think so\nbird sales, and knockin niggas out like ridick boe.\nyou aint the play, you know the play well dont say shit.\nget’em, and find your ass gettin off the pathement\nwavin the shit, beggin niggas to just straight quit\nbut fuck that, a hard head can get a niggas ass kicked\ni aint lettin up for none, son\nim comin real again.\nyea motherfucker how you wanna play this shit\nwe can go toe to toe, glock for glock, block for block\nhomie for muthafuckin homie.\nbut you muthafuckers gonna feel this nigga this time.\ncause we aint comin back with that old bullshit.\nits too many muthafuckin dead niggas, for me to be takin this\nhere bullshit\nthata why theres muthafuckers in the pin now nigga.\nso pull or quit that bullshit. cause i dont wanna hear that\nmuthafuckin crap.\ncomin real again nigga, thought i told you muthafuckers, i\nthought u knew\nits the muthafuckin real shit muthafucka.100 percent athentic.\ntype of shit you get chronic out to, know what im sayin?\nso do me a muthafuckin fava, and light another muthafuckin blunt.\nyou know what im sayin? a blunt muthafucka. philly sytle.\nknow what im sayin? chronic nigga.\nim talkin bout layed out, played out, phat fuckin funk.\nyea this that kinda shit we kickin in the 9 tre muthafucka.\nso all you muthafuckin big ballin ass gangstas\nyou put your muthafuckin hand on ya gat.\nand if the police roll up and say turn it down, you burn it down\nmufucka\ncause we comin real again. 19 nigga 3, boy, real again, and grabbin\nsteel\nagain.