O.C.& A.G. - Reality Is lyrics

[Verse 1: A.G.] Ev'[ery]body wan' be Mike - nobody wan' be [?]Starks[?] n******gs wan' [to] be Pac - Nobody wan'[ts to] get shot We all want Heaven - Nobody wan'[ts to be] dead We all get money - nobody wanna see the feds Nobody wanna see the state - n******gs is straight buns I heard he was snitchin' - all he was gettin' was 8 months Say one line and walk away wit' her Play with her - tray spitter - They say A' is the Champ. Wanna shot? Can't wait n***a Undisputed. A shame my longues [are] poluted The nut cracker make me f** faster She love the way the sweat drip - never known the set trip I read Kris, he set the Bronx on the map And I love it when I see Big L['s] face on a plac Right there on the wall, next to main attrac' King of the city - gotta say Biggie was that (B. I. G.) [Hook, A.G.] You can't go up, without being down Life wouldn't be special if we ain't have to die Wouldn't care 'bout money if you ain't grow up poor The reality - there's no triumf without tragedy You couldn't feel love if you ain't feel hate And you couldn't be big if you don't start off small I wouldn't be the best if y'all wasn't the worst The reality - there's no triumf without tragedy [Verse 2: A.G.] They say the crown left town and it lives down south I see it as our baby growing - come on, they be knowing New York is the city of dreams, I had a wet one The king is dead, everybody searching for the next one Searching for the next Pun - Looking for the next Run DMC, we mc, hoping success come Everybody want joy - nobody want pain Everybody wanna shine - nobody wanna see the rain But the n***a in the rain, is true to the game Using his brain - You should start doing the same And I ain't never sell crack, and I never shot the neener I never been the type to tell on myself, either (ha, ha) I'm unexplanable. Come close, endanger you Bring words to live - Come alive and strangle you n******gs wanna be [?]tooky[?] Nobody want the penalty Wanna be remembered - Nobody wanna be a memory Some of these n******gs probably get shot intentionally For exposure. Trial of the century Everybody's Hollywood - shoes and slacks Nobody keep it hood, so we gotta bring it back n***as want fame - Nobody wanna pay the price Get famous off me - you gon' pay with your life E'[very]body want love - nobody want commitment They all sound the same, nobody wanna be different [Hook, A.G.]