Too Real

Brooklyn, yo

Eyo, it's the Ill Na Na baby!

Brooklyn, let's get it in

I've been a star since a virgin in highschool

Since the age of fourteen I've been a rap bitch version of Mike

And I don't know how to trust, the church or the rifle

God or the devil, the burner or the Bible

Got a black cloud on me, I've been cursed by my right ones

I'm back bitches! The retun of ya Idol

F-to-the-O-X, B-double-O

Black hand keep them Lambos and them black Impalas

I wreck the style homie, ain't a bitch chilla

I fucks with gangstas baby, like prince Miller

And when they locked Tuquan, I felt the East split up

He and his Feds, but he left his legacy in killa

I keep my killaz on that Brooklyn shit

Fox ripped the world like the Brooklyn Bridge

I'm back now, Brooklyn ain't never looked this big

I hold it down while y'all lookin' for Big

Next blakka Miss

I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel

Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real

Foxy Brown uh, what the deal is?

They ain' got a clue what we about to do

I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel

Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real

Foxy Brown uh, what the deal is?

They ain' got a clue what we about to do

FB! You know what it is

AZ of course

What up boogz? You know I would if I could

Bring the hood on the V.I., my man from C.I

Said his ball was in the mess hall witchu at jail time

Lookin' like you was right at your crib in Alpine

No signs of a warrior's face

I know you sprayed if your peer wasn't so soft while he helped you escape

But on the real, we never got a chance to build

With all the bullshit somebody shoulda told you to kill

To the steel, so many rappers lost they mind

Like twentyfive to life never forced they mind

Your moms cryin', we spoke, I almost choked

Was there the same day to brought yo ass up in the post

It's getting close, see you soon, sometime in June

Utilize the red goons for yo mind to bloom

A flesh wound always heal, but death that's it

I'm a go now, but let that sit

I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel

Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real

Foxy Brown uh, what the deal is?

They ain' got a clue what we about to do

I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel

Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real

Foxy Brown uh, what the deal is?

They ain' got a clue what we about to do