T-Mix - For Real lyrics

[Chorus] "When hard times seem to find you (yeah, that's for real) When all your good days behind you (yeah, that's for real) When there's no sofa to recline to (yeah, that's for real) And you just constantly have to pay a due (yeah that's for real) But if you broke sh** straight till you make a little money E'ybody gonna say you done changed And e'ry motherf**a think e'ry other motherf**a tryin' to find a new hold in the game [verse 1: MJG] See it ain't nothin' but the real n***as gettin' k**ed for the materialistic Hoes on the hunt for a quick trick Ain't sh** shakin' but the leaves in them trees Yo motherf**in' knees and my goddamn car keys I know it ain't really sh** to it but to do it But trying [??] I usually go through it But so we do it like a mack, in fact, I keep my cool You ask me who my master is, I say my gun rules It choose only to make moves with a certain pack The real pack, 'cause them bustas try to hold you back In fact, I could name a few, but I ain't gon' waste No precious time talkin' about them on my precious tape p**y s**a—in disguise, undercover Fake brothas—tryin' to come between another Just like a wedge and some wood Tryin' to put a split in your sh**, slick busta up to no good As I kick back, smoke a beedi with the needy Society's gettin' greedy, ain't no future in your peace treaty They try to label every rapper in the industry Especially if he speaks of Hennessy and independency If you're real [Chorus] "When hard times seem to find you (yeah, that's for real) When all your good days behind you (yeah, that's for real) When there's no sofa to recline to (yeah, that's for real) And you just constantly have to pay a due (yeah that's for real) But if you broke sh** straight till you make a little money E'ybody gonna say you done changed And e'ry motherf**a think e'ry other motherf**a tryin' to find a new hold in the game [Verse 2: 8Ball] Who am I? It's 8-Bizzal Do you recall? Mr. Big, Mr. Big In your trunk splittin' wigs Mane, that's the same time I could recollect Young trick in my face asking me if I claim sets And here's this other fool with dreads growin' from his head He tryin' to tell me 'bout some sh** Farrakhan said I try to listen cause 8ball ain't the one to knock it But I can't hear over the echo from my empty pocket Instead of sweating me, fool, sweat Chuck D Cause I been true to playa sh** since '83 Southern funkadelic preacher, I'm here to reach ya Don't be so prejudiced, and let my holy words teach ya I never rap about sets, 'cause I ain't been through that Even though a n***a did dirt and packed straps I don't do what you do, and you don't see what I see Therefore we could not be the same, do you feel me? I come from Tennessee and love drinkin' Hennessy Peace to KRS, but here's my philosophy I got the remedy four seconds after now Yo my nig', tell 'em who you is [MJG] Who am I? MJG, Pimp Tight Knock on wood twice, pour the drinks, dim the lights What I say, is every day, P-O-etry The R-E-A-L, same sh** that I sell Hell, you gon' do yo' thang, I'm gon' do mine Fine, I'm gon' sip some wine You might find some other way to pa** your time It ain't bout where you from, it's bout what you do And doin' wrong gon' make clues, so trouble gon' stick to you True blue pimp sh** is hard to break But playa hatin' bustas put the icin' on the cake Hate to see they own homies with a few ends And still wonder why they can't get no dividends A man ain't who he say he is If he gotta give false information, 'bout what he had and how he live And don't sh** but the truth set you free So trick, stop all that lyin', get those shackles 'way from me He who tells the first lie gets the first smack A chain react on the mack, flossin' fake facts A freaky naked hoe [??] makes no record deal Perpetrators, get for real [Chorus] "When hard times seem to find you (yeah, that's for real) When all your good days behind you (yeah, that's for real) When there's no sofa to recline to (yeah, that's for real) And you just constantly have to pay a due (yeah that's for real) But if you broke sh** straight till you make a little money E'ybody gonna say you done changed And e'ry motherf**a think e'ry other motherf**a tryin' to find a new hold in the game [Verse 3: 8Ball] See in my past, I thought it was all in my mind But in time, I came to find, people are blind To the fact, I don't give a f** about your thoughts Motherf** the radio and f** the magazine talk Walk with the playa down the highway of what I say Hear what I say is just another way to make me paid Instead of gettin' sprayed or runnin' from police I am in the studio, smoked out, bustin' rhymes And jealous hoes, male and female Been givin' a n***a hell, now that I am [??] Jealous of the fact that my mack is not an act Instead of packin' gats, I'm strapped with my DATs And all my homies slang dope for a livin' Or livin' in a prison 'cause they couldn't fade the system I miss them, but still I gots to get up on my [??] I'm on a mission so the future won't see me in prison n***as come to me with demos of they poetry I try to listen, cause I used to be that n***a, G Now do you feel me? I hope you feel these Words, from Iz-8-Biz-all, for real [Chorus] "When hard times seem to find you (yeah, that's for real) When all your good days behind you (yeah, that's for real) When there's no sofa to recline to (yeah, that's for real) And you just constantly have to pay a due (yeah that's for real) But if you broke sh** straight till you make a little money E'ybody gonna say you done changed And e'ry motherf**a think e'ry other motherf**a tryin' to find a new hold in the game