Artist: Bizzy Bone f/ Chris Notez Album: A Song For You Song: Real (Freestyle) Typed by: Africanlatino209@yahoo.com -Intro-(Chris) Bizzy- (Yeah I'm so real, real, real, real) Drivin' on the motherfuckin' freeway and shit, you know what I'm saying? Seventy motherfuckin' miles per motherfuckin' hour Y'know I'm a reach it up to seventy-five, this how we do it, baby Boy, get much more motherfuckin' deeper Man, this the motherfuckin' reaper is hangin' on your shoulders I wanna give him a hug and tell him that I love him and I'm getting older And life is gettin' colder but motherfucker's words is getting bolder [Bizzy Bone] While I'm walkin' in the trenches of Cali I'm feelin' 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 I'm gonna clean myself, I'm feeling lovely As they walking through The Matrix, don't even say it Homeless ain't homeless nigga, they ain't boneless And don't play it, ain't no hatred Motherfuckers don't even know, don't even say it Give it back to these niggas, they don't need no knowledge Motherfuckers need to pay some homage I ain't even trying to take your ass to the ghetto or spiritual college Cause these motherfuckers don't know and leather squalers 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 watchin' This is the way we do it, the time is tickin' and it's still clockin' [Chorus-Chris] + (Bizzy) To heal (I'm a real motherfucker till they kill me) I'm a blaze the weed, hit the drink, baby, that's just me (I'm a real motherfucker till they kill me) Yeah I'm so real, real, real, real To heal (I'm a real motherfucker till they kill me) I'm a blaze the weed, hit the drink, baby, that's just me (I'm a real motherfucker till they kill me) Yeah I'm so real, real, real, real [Bizzy Bone] + (Chris) My battles, they be comin' in dreams And motherfuckers don't know that I'm seein' through the seams As I crease up the jeans and I buckle the belt and I rock this motherfucker, it ain't for myself Cause I rock this motherfucker, it ain't for my death And I rock this motherfucker, it ain't for my health Cause I'm a drink what I drink, I'm a smoke what I smoke If I die from the liver cancer, bitch I choke I'm a real motherfucker till they kill me (Yeah I'm so real, real, real, real) Thou shall never kill, this is how they grill me This is how they gon' 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 won't even fuckin' listen Gotta get 'em when you get 'em, you rid 'em when you rid 'em If you listen then you listen if not what the fuck [Chorus] To heal (I'm a real motherfucker till they kill me) I'm a blaze the weed, hit the drink, baby, that's just me (I'm a real motherfucker till they kill me) Yeah I'm so real, real, real, real To heal (I'm a real motherfucker till they kill me) I'm a blaze the weed, hit the drink, baby, that's just me (I'm a real motherfucker till they kill me) Yeah I'm so real, real, real, real [Outro-Bizzy] One time for they' motherfuckin' mind, most motherfuckin' definitely Motherfuckers can't even come up in this motherfuckin' garden with no shit flat out get the fuck outta here World wanna know nothing, that's why God put 9 percent of the brain Take out that cerebellum for me, man. They don't need to know nothing One time for they mind; Be easy on them, Cuz