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Real Lyrics

from A Song for You

"Real" is track #11 on the album A Song for You.
"Real" is track #11 on the album A Song for You.

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BIZZY BONE REAL (FREESTYLE) LYRICS

Intro: Bizzy Bone (Chris Notez)
(Yeah Im so real, real, real, real)
Driving on the motherfucking freeway and shit, you know what Im saying?
70 motherfucking miles per motherfucking hour
You know Ima reach it up to 75, this how we do it baby
Boy get much more motherfucking deeper
Man this the motherfucking reaper is hanging on your shoulders
I wanna give him a hug and tell him that I love him and Im getting older
And life is getting colder but motherfuckers words are getting bolder

Verse 1: Bizzy Bone
While Im walking in the trenches of Cali
Im feeling these motherfuckers wanna see me all fucked up in an alley
They wanna see me with no money, they really wanna see me hungry
But of course Im gonna clean myself, Im feeling lovely
As they walking through the matrix, dont even say it
Homeless aint homeless nigga, they aint boneless
And dont play it, aint no hatred
Motherfuckers dont even know, dont even say it
Give it back to these niggas, they dont need no knowledge
Motherfuckers need to pay some homage
I aint even trying to take your ass to the ghetto or spiritual college
Cause these motherfuckers dont know and leather squallas
I need a bomber so I can hang through the cold
So I can hang through the bold so I can hang with the old
Meaning the the ancients as they sitting over and watching
This is the way we do it, the time is ticking and its the clock

Chorus: Chris Notez (Bizzy Bone)
To heal (Im a real motherfucker till they kill me)
Ima blaze the weed, hit the drink
Baby thats just me (Im a real motherfucker till they kill me)
Yeah Im so real, real, real, real
(x2)

Verse 2: Bizzy Bone (Chris Notez)
My battles, they be coming in dreams
And motherfuckers dont know that Im seeing through the seams
As I crease up the jeans and I buckle the belt
And I rock this motherfucker, it aint for myself
And I rock this motherfucker, it aint for my dealth
And I rock this motherfucker, it aint for my health
Cause Imma drink what I drink, Imma smoke what I smoke
If I die from the liver cancer, bitch I joke
Im a real motherfucker till they kill me (Yeah Im so real, real, real, real)
Thou shall never kill, this is how they grill me
This is how they gonna feel me, this is how they are awaken
And this is that, that awoke, they say BB you still smoking?
Course I need some chronic in my system
Motherfuckers wont even fucking listen
Gotta get them when you get them, you ridding them when you rid them
If you listen then you listen if not what the fuck

Chorus: Chris Notez (Bizzy Bone)
To heal (Im a real motherfucker till they kill me)
Ima blaze the weed, hit the drink
Baby thats just me (Im a real motherfucker till they kill me)
Yeah Im so real, real, real, real
(x2)

Outro: Bizzy Bone
One time for their motherfucking mind, most motherfucking definitely
Motherfuckers cant even come up in this motherfucking garden
With no shit, flat out get the fuck outta here
World wanna know nothing, thats why God put 9 percent of the brain
Take out that cerebellum for me mayne
They dont need to know nothing, one time for they mind
Be easy on them cuz

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