Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stay Real, artist - Black Moon. Album song Total Eclipse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |