Mr. 3-2 - 2 Real lyrics

(Bun B) I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin Had to find my place But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue Had to dodge a case Had to dodge a bullet And the n***a that tried to pull it The streets is throwed If I don't get lean and blowed everyday I feel just like I'mma explode on overload and overdrive All my life this drive I tried I seen a lot of good n***as die Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched Or somebody's a b**h I wish I could change the past But I gots to live in the present and pray That tomorrow this sh** don't last, I'm livin to fast sh**, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me But, to tell the truth I didn't know myself I found out she had to told me Just to show me just how good I had it I guess I couldn't see it Mild-mannered I just couldn't be it But that was just the way we used to G it One of the wrongest n***as I see Or one of the strongest n***as I know Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know So I put weed in the bong and I blow Stay cool calm and collected a neglected Child that grew into a man that's widely respected Too real (Chorus) I feel no pain I can't complain Stuck in the game Tryin to maintain Cause I'm so real (Pimp C) We blow big everyday But that don't stop our pain Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game Got n***as doin 40 When you 25 that's life I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price These b**h a** n***as shife n***as might snitch out they momma That's why me and Leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama Cause we ain't promised tommorow But n***a you promised to die n***a can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry At night I talk to God and try to understand How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks I still love my piece and chain, wood grain and big head ones But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun I guess that's true for some But them hoes will never win Out here just hustlin and grindin Tryin to change from n***as to men Chorus (3-2) My n***a you a ho to me Boy you done went off on me Runnin round with the fakin and hatin I'mma blast if you run up on me I'mma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch This matter coulda been resolved If you woulda came clean and paid my sh** See n***as disrespect the game but boy you'll never last Pullin that ho sh** sellin your partner out for a piece of a** And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up No respect for your family that's dead Don't write yo peoples locked up Damn I miss my dog he was hog to this game Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name You boys is funny I'm bout my money And oh so true Mr. 3-2 when I never trusted you I'm too real Chorus