Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stay Real , by - Black Moon. Song from the album Total Eclipse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.10.2003
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Stay Real |
| I, stay real, never change, it’s alotta suckas |
| Who runnin' this game, I’m bustin' them thangs |
| Hah, peace God, it’s no peace, now |
| I’m here to tear the streets down, I’m here to eat now |
| Yo, on the block that I’m from |
| Late night is a hustle hour |
| Anything gets sold, weed, clothes, plus the powder |
| Let’s take a stroll, see what we lookin' at |
| Niggas used to cook up crack, now they learned to hack |
| 2000 and up, what? |
| Everybody got another |
| Scam to get a buck, Commander Lil' Buck |
| Well here I am, fam, damn |
| The pussy niggas with powers, the ones |
| Who put the paper to the plan, so I take it to the fan |
| Police wears clothes the way I do it hand to hand |
| Plus I push the land cruise, with musc-lin' from the mobs |
| Who told me, God, build on what you got and praise the father |
| Perspect, I started the army, now we up and runnin' |
| Look, you dissed me yesterday when I was off |
| I’m on today, and now you up and coming |
| What a shame, that’s what dollars do? |
| What makes you think when I get on, I’mma holla at you |
| You see how we do, you see how I dust this |
| Frontin' like you from the Ave, buster, bust this |
| Yo, it’s the key to longevity |
| And I’mma show y’all niggas why they all remember me |
| Full throttle, for ground water bottle |
| We about to celebrate it, like we just won the lotto |
| If, money for the makin' and money for the taking |
| Not to give a fuck less, about anybody who’se hatin' |
| I’mma conquer this mall, to conquer it all |
| And in a minute, I’m about to go bonker for y’all |
| I’m outta, control with it, where the darkest grow with it |
| With me and my militant mind, go head and blow with it |
| Take it to the top of the charts like 4th of July |
| Sparks, make sure my beats bark, meanin' the heat spark |
| Right or left, life or death |
| I give you everything I got, to my last breath |
| I, 718, Brooklyn to heart, the 5 and the beats from the dark |
| Te fever’s unleashed from the start |
| Let’s take another trip, see what we can find |
| A whole lotta niggas, runnin' outta time |
| Everybody’s scramblin' to get a hand in |
| Everybody throwin' bows, but nobody landing |
| My plan is, the fans and them, got to hear the new shit |
| From my mans and them, niggas that I move with |
| What’s the movement, first of all, eye on the night |
| The rest of y’all niggas rely on the light |
| Light beats, light hooks, light beef and you shook |
| The rap game like the crack game, the streets is cooked |
| Believe me, that nigga sellin' you soap, we can tell |
| The way he keep the shit clean, that I’m sellin' you dope |
| So raw, so uncut, uh, you can smell it through the placid |
| That be that classic acid, black, move and pass it |
| For the masses to get, learn the lessons |
| When you wonder why ya asses is kicked |
| Check it, it’s the key to longevity |
| And I’mma show y’all niggas why they all remember me |