| Real niggas
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| (Let's make this official, baby)
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| Real before rappin
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| Respect before success
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| I’ve been down
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| For oh so long
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| Starin' at these prison walls
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| I want you to…
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| Step in my 1−5-0s for a minute
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| Step in my shoes
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| Walk in my shoes
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| Yeah
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| Just want you to see things like how I see em
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| You know
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| This is for all my niggas locked up
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| Check it out
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| Bottom bunk, sleepin' in a 2 man cell
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| C.O. |
| at my do', and I’m mad as hell
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| Punk police cowboy from Texas
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| Talkin some shit 'bout servin' breakfast
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| It’s 5:15, he must be psycho
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| Or just plain stupid for thinkin' I might go
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| I cussed him out, he gave me distance
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| But pressed his body alarm for quick assistance
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| Now these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way
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| Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre
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| Straight to the hole, but it ain’t no thang
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| My celly got dank so I’m Kool And The Gang
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| See the L.T. |
| for the disposition
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| 28 days commissary restriction
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| Two days later back on the main line
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| Dopefiend’s owe, so I go claim mine
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| 25 cartons, now I’m straight
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| Keep 17, give the homeboys 8
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| Cop some hop, start back boomin'
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| Got em sendin' money on the Western Union
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| 2 fat grams of that china white
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| Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight
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| Grabbed 3 cartons to goose some dank
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| And 5 whole packs for some hooch to drink
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| Now I’m chillin' in my cell lookin out the window
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| Drinkin' pruno, smokin' indo
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| Grabbed my shank, but when I’m finsta' bounce
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| They lock a nigga down for Census count
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| Look at jack books while I’m waitin'
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| Might even do a little masturbatin'
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| Trippin' off that bitch Dominique
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| I bust one quick while my celly sleep
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| Doors rack open, now it’s time for movement
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| Goddamn pruno got a nigga too bent
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| Bounce to the movies with my homies
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| The title sound good but the shit was phony
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| Damn cigarettes won’t let me breathe
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| Niggas gettin' restless, wantin' to leave
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| The lights flash on, quick as fuck
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| Somebody in the bathroom just got stuck
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| If he makes it, he’ll be lucky
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| Six-inch blade stuck straight in gutry
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| 25 cops rush the spot
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| Now I got one-time on my jock
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| Stash my shank underneath the seat
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| And make sure no blood is on my feet
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| Punk police wanna take me down
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| They put me on the wall and they shake me down
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| Now it’s back to the block strapless
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| But I got two mo' in my mattress
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| One mo' time I peep the cops
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| Fuckin' with them boys from Grape Street, Watts
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| I said, «Punk muthafucka, won’t you leave 'em the hell alone»
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| Down to the third tier and got on the telephone
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| Called my bitch, but she showed me no love
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| Got on the phone, shot me a cold look
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| She said she can’t talk, she got a sore throat
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| But she probably gettin' fucked by a sport coat
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| I’m goin' through it
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| Yeah
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| Y’all real niggas know
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| I’ve been down
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| Oh so long
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| Starin' at these prison walls
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| It’s the same ol' song
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| Yeah, muthafucka
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| I done been there and back boy
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| I could tell you the story from rags to riches
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| How I did time with fags and snitches
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| That’s real
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| It’s really real
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| It’s no drama
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| It’s really real
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| Mac Dre, boy
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| Yeah
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| Y’all niggas better go to school
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| Tryna fuck with this nigga here, man
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| It’s the real
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| Yeah
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| Big Dant
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| Freaky D
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| Baby Rah
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| T-Endo
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| My niggas
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| Ty-Ty
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| Doin' that federal shit
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| Freak
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| Freak, don’t worry about nothin', man
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| Let me hear that back |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I've Been Down (Rapper Gone Bad), artist - Mac Dre. Album song The Best Of Mac Dre, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп