Lirik Lagu Be Real - Lil Scrappy
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
[Chorus: 2X]If you a thug my nigga be a thugif you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugsif you gonna rap about it be trill about itand don't say shit if you can't BE REAL about it
[Verse 1]Comin up as a child all I seen was hellMy momma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jailI came robbin and kickin in doors then went from a half to sellin 10 o'sBut ya see shorty, My mom was a Gshe made it real easy for my sista and meShe did what she had to do, and got out the damn crowd like a nigga would doTalkin about pimpin, o she did that tooI got robbed and this old nigga took all my lootAnd I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones thats why I think my heart is so coldI gives a fuck about none of you hoesAll you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors(shorty) and cakin these hoesIma pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myselfA nigga thinkin bout change contemplating my deathFell my pain as it reigns all over a niggaand the only way I can get away is weed and liquorFukin niggaz up on the daily if they didn't pay meNiggaz pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazyYoung nigga went to school just to sell some dopeA lil crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coatAnd in the streets broke heathens went through drama especiallymomma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga)I dun scratch my head unless it itchesan I dun smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin bitchesnigga we was bred to die, don't be askin me whyIll rather hustle in the cold cuz niggaz sprayin wit fireAll the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchenGot my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol
[Verse 3: Bohagen]You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole, mind body and soulAnd leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothesWaitin for the trash collectorFollow me mind selector to the ghetto sectorThey'll kill you over thirty dollarsI seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collarI heard him holla a sound that I cant forgetRan home, watched cartoons and ain't said shitAnd to this day momma thought I was up at the parkwhile she was at the church praising the lordI made through amazingly unscarredShe had to be praying cuz I made it by the grace of the godI'm proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymesBible in one hand, the other hand 9dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mineGrab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 1]Comin up as a child all I seen was hellMy momma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jailI came robbin and kickin in doors then went from a half to sellin 10 o'sBut ya see shorty, My mom was a Gshe made it real easy for my sista and meShe did what she had to do, and got out the damn crowd like a nigga would doTalkin about pimpin, o she did that tooI got robbed and this old nigga took all my lootAnd I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones thats why I think my heart is so coldI gives a fuck about none of you hoesAll you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors(shorty) and cakin these hoesIma pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myselfA nigga thinkin bout change contemplating my deathFell my pain as it reigns all over a niggaand the only way I can get away is weed and liquorFukin niggaz up on the daily if they didn't pay meNiggaz pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazyYoung nigga went to school just to sell some dopeA lil crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coatAnd in the streets broke heathens went through drama especiallymomma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga)I dun scratch my head unless it itchesan I dun smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin bitchesnigga we was bred to die, don't be askin me whyIll rather hustle in the cold cuz niggaz sprayin wit fireAll the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchenGot my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol
[Verse 3: Bohagen]You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole, mind body and soulAnd leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothesWaitin for the trash collectorFollow me mind selector to the ghetto sectorThey'll kill you over thirty dollarsI seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collarI heard him holla a sound that I cant forgetRan home, watched cartoons and ain't said shitAnd to this day momma thought I was up at the parkwhile she was at the church praising the lordI made through amazingly unscarredShe had to be praying cuz I made it by the grace of the godI'm proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymesBible in one hand, the other hand 9dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mineGrab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine
[Chorus - 2X]
