Real Songtext
von Tragedy Khadafi

Niggas need to be checkin′
No promises tomorrow, man
The next life

Live life right now for what it is
'Fore you lose that shit, for real, man

Shit can happen in a blink
Fuck a lie, you could lose your life, man
Recognize that, for real
No promises tomorrow
Nigga that goes, know what I′m sayin'?
Nigga need this, yo

His body was cold, yet his face remained calmly
He spoke differently, as if he was godly
Layin' on the ground, the gat still in his clutches

Should′ve saw it comin′, but he smoked too many Dutches


Situation made me sober as fuck
As he coughed up blood, tellin' me he′s stuck
Gunmen drove off in a Yukon truck
Said a prayer for him, hopin' that his soul was blessed
′Cause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest
His eyes told a story that his heart was diminished
The ambulance took about an hour, ten minutes
They didn′t have to tell me that my son life was finished
I guess his heart never knew the love that was in it

Yeah, word up
Goin' back
If your heart stop beatin', I′ll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggas to the end
It′s all about cash and diamond rings
Dedicated, 'cause real niggas do real things
If your heart stop beatin′, I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggas to the end
It′s all about cash and diamond rings
Dedicated, 'cause real niggas do real things

Through his eyes, I seen the next life flash in front of his
Cocked back the gat, wonderin′ who the gunner is
The blood drenched in his Armani linen
I guess that's the karma of a thug when he's sinnin′


From the beginnin′, I reminisce the younger years
When we were younger peers on the block pourin' out beers
And now the tears, I can′t stop from comin'
I wanna bring it to this nigga blazin′ while he runnin'
It seems sunny, the way we started in the game
I never want it, my son dyin′ in his pain
Now the nigga who shot him, I wanna find him and kill him
Heard he's a willy and keep a bunch of killers with him
The Jakes snatched him up, so I just had to forget him

But on the low, if I ever see him, I'ma hit him

Bust a slug in the heart of a true thug
It′s real love, this is what a real nigga does

If your heart stop beatin′, I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggas to the end
It′s all about cash and diamond rings
Dedicated, 'cause real niggas do real things
If your heart stop beatin′, I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggas to the end
It′s all about cash and diamond rings
Dedicated, 'cause real niggas do real things

What, yo
Real niggas do real things
Word up, yo
Real niggas, real niggas
Yeah, yo
For the first time, Queensbridge, yo

The words cut like a knife, my young son was shot
Her mouth wide open, seemed like her heart dropped

She fell to the floor with her eyes in shock
I was standin' there stuck off the words I said
Worst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead
Should′ve knew what love is ′fore he learned what a thug is
Now he left his kids to be raised by they mothers

From the cradle to the grave, we was like brothers
Went to same schools and fucked the same bitches

Pumped on the same block with the same snitches
Burnin' lye on the roof talkin′ 'bout riches
And I remember when we was both Five Percenters
Goin′ hand in hand, gettin' bent, crashin′ renters
Now the end is justifyin' all the means
That's just the story when you′re dyin′ out in Queens
And it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo

If your heart stop beatin′, I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggas to the end
It′s all about cash and diamond rings
Dedicated, 'cause real niggas do real things
If your heart stop beatin′, I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggas to the end
It's all about cash and diamond rings
Dedicated, ′cause real niggas do real things

Yeah, opponent or we ain′t still my niggas
Even if you don't get no bigger
Listen, Fred
Authenticals
Authenticals

Cock potentials
Fuck niggas, yo, yo
Tough, rough in the paint
Move, foreign exchange, how we do, yo
Yens, world currency
The way the dollar bends and it haunts me

And once we attract you in a hole

Reachin′ for my soul, fuck it, yo
If your heart stop beatin', I′ll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggas to the end
It's all about cash and diamond rings
Dedicated, ′cause real niggas do real things