? Real love, won't somebody show me? Real love, isn't anyone true anymore? Real love, won't somebody show me? Real love, where are you? Oh where are you? Real love
Traduzione: Macellazione. Real Love.
fullest, like some west coast love But after Pac stopped rappin, it ain't no west coast thug Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street
the money, some kill some squeal All for the money, most ain't even real but we still call 'em homies, now what the fuck is that? Fake love, fake thugs
on, up and down she like to ride on top Fast, prayin that the condom pop That's foul, but fuck it it's all hood to me Now Hollywood's been real real good
rapper like yaself is needin' safety I don't claim to be a thug But that would mean a slug For any faggo that's givin' or receivin' love I keep a glove
Kit Go, what up P Bo, blood no go, what up A.C., I love ya Blonde D, I love ya big sis, I love ya lil' sis, I love ya 2Pac, and I would never stop, let
Addi Ah Mi Daddy, Mi Proud Cah Ah Bad Man A My Dad, Fi That I'm Glad, Rise Up My Mag From My Lab Dem Die Bad, Yuh Ah Nuh Real Gangsta Yuh A Try Bad, Yuh
you want harder? I, part your head like a barber Bomb yo' ass like Pearl Harbor Slaughter throw ya body in the water You want harder? I'll, straight, slaughter
you real niggaz feel me I roll with gangsta muthfuckaz that'll bust wit' me Unload some slugs wit' me, mess up all these thugs wit' me They still got love
we comin' Back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin' with the engine still runnin' Cuz real killers make them real quick get aways Spray the
born again is him, damn dog We slaughter him and we still gotta deal with two more of them (It's not a game, for the love of the money, it make me do
(feat. Hollaway (Ghetto Commission), Popeye) (talking)(popeye) Don't real niggas die, in god we return, but respect the real though, feel that Chorus
but you knew that If you don't give a fuck throw your middle finger up Real niggas fuck with real niggas, everyday Live niggas fuck with live niggas, everyday Real bitches fuck with real
as it turn's to a slaughter You wanna think about Chilling the fuck out You all (C'mon chill) Top Allah, Pop color Niggas, LatinThugs All my family love
hood got me Better yet like who gonna stop me Hands fall to shambles, go on gamble Playing with animals with good gun handle This is a man slaughter
know about And now you ?feels? to know about, what we call Gangsta Rap But this is for the niggas who was down from day one Love to hear, love to hear