Leo - Let it Be That Real lyrics

[Chorus: L.E.O.] Let it be that real, n***a, gotta k** a n***a To feel some figures (I could just kil a n***a) Let it be that real, n***a, see me on some jail pictures Cuz he got a tail on n***as (I could just kil a n***a) Let it be that real, n***a, over a sale, n***a End my bail, n***a? (I could just kil a n***a) Let it be that real, n***a, cuz I'm a chill n***a Thought I'm a lil' n***a? (I could just kil a n***a) [L.E.O.] n***a's really that real n***a, n***a get k**ed over drug sales My right hand murdered and drugged over a drug sale Can't understand that there's enough sales And they felt someone was young and ain't put in no work So that young dumb n***a just put him in dirt I had to find that young dunn, and I done get him on worth Fifth to his shirt, six in his clothes, the fifth in his throat Lit him up close, adios, blowing smoke out the pistol For my n***a O to let you know that I miss you It won't bring you back, but to know that he with you Victory similar to that, revenge is just mental Ya men's is official, the men that he finished eat pistols swift with duke The lion is who, I'm from where rottenist dude This dude gon' fire his iron, n***as get hired to shoot Regardless to who is the guy behind us, two Dead bodies was lying like nobody supplying the truth [Chorus] [Haxaw] Why front? I'm on the block with my n***as all day We smoke that hydro, tell 'em 5-0's, eat sh** and die slow I bleed street, one deep, holding my heat Blow you coward-a** n***as off of ya feet No shenanigans, I yolked 'em, big toast to splatter men Get yaself punched in the face, for what you blabbering Huh, L.E.O., let 'em know, it ain't a pro-b-a-lem To get that real, I'm gon' embarra** 'em Hax come, you little rats run Dome get clapping 'em, I'm built for action Let the Mac rrrrrrrung, hit ya back, son You don't want the real, that n***a Hax real, you don't want the deal Eat the pork and squeal, I stalk and k** Hand a n***a his heart to feel for he lean out And lean his team out, my peoples gotta eat, what it be 'bout? Tell 'em little g's they could re-route Or get rolled over, man, this show's over, the saying... [Chorus] [L.E.O.] Let it be that real, n***a It's really that real, for real, n***a? We'll put shells on them frail n***as, I shelve n***as Kneal, n***a, twelve n***as, I could just wail on n***as Raise hell on n***as for that dead prez Spread lead power to that tenth power Lllllllead showers, cowards dead, bed hours, respect ours Y'all got fat while we starved in the streets From here, nothing goes down unless it involves P.C n***a's back soaked in the park, I want P.C No rap sales, no crack sales, unless it involves me Ya shifts is up, I just clocked in Locked in, first thing first, let Far Rock in I'm a hop, skip and a jump from bricks in the trunk One pot from boiling, whipping it up One plate, two scrapes from rocks to shake Two stops from opening shop, a few blocks away A few shots your way... [Chorus]