The Longshots - Reality lyrics
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[Male voice:] Remember I told you when you started... The guys who last in this business... are the guys who fly straight But the guys who want it all, chicas, champagne, flash... They don't last [Intro:] [Crayon:] Yo Rock? [Rock:] Yo what up son? [Crayon:] You know we the last ones left right? [Rock:] Yeah man, everybody falling off, mainstream, underground man it's crazy [Crayon:] So you ready to do this? [Rock:] Yeah we got to man, know what I'm sayin, gotta show 'em how real Hip-Hop is made man [Crayon:] No doubt, no doubt [Rock:] So let me get up on the mic real fast, show 'em how it's done man [Crayon:] Uhn huh [Rock:] Check it out [Woman voice: Crayon and Rock are the Longshots] [Rock Shabazz/l] You portray The loudest gunfire with great aim Movie-like that snipes anybody on sight I see, psychos and youngens that's bustin and pluggin With no aim so children gets maimed and slain Catch one in they brains You talk about Hardcore dons holding it down behind the walls Runnin the yard, doin they bid I see, brothers corrupted that's lost in the system Forgotten, treated like pigs Cryin cause they missin they kids You talk about Pimps and macks with chicks in packs Going rawdog laying broads on they backs I see,plenty STD's and HIV An aids epidemic leads to R.I.P You talk about Niggaz who caught five or nine from forty-fives and nines Survived to brag in their rhymes I know, niggaz who caught one and died or lodged in they spine Now they paralyzed with sores wishing they could walk [Hook: Rock Shabazz] So what's reality? Truth distortion for a salary Making the songs that revolve around the world Spit reality raps, but in actual fact A stereotypical trap From which you never come back So all my real niggaz (yeah!) If you still with us (What!) Don't feel you gotta front like you peel triggers Can't believe it even if I see it under my eyes cause in reality In this city the realest niggaz never survive [Crayon:] While these rappers got they beef cooking They'll never see bookings They probably two-waying each other when nobody's looking They probably laughing how these younger kids is dying They probably fascinated by the products they be buying Lying, on the radio Money in an envelope Saying you tired of that weak shit but you still play it though Well I'm the antidote Crayon's the cannibal Bringing a sledge hammer to your muthafuckin cantalope So called drug czars Spit bars, switch cars Use they rep to fuck video broads Young ones wanna blow up just to show up The same lifestyle B-E-T trying to show us But this the hold up Longtime coming Big change, switch names Longshots gunnin Lift chains, take rings All ya'll running Spit game , new thang for all ya'll fronting [Hook] [Male voice:] And if you think we gon bury you with diamonds and shit on you got another thing coming [Crayon:] When the music stops all these fads go out of style A bunch of single mothers play dads for fatherless childs Crooked fingers throwing sets reppin blocks to be proud But when it all go down what happens when nobody gets found Who gives a "F" about a crown when nobody is left The greatest is dead that's why they still bootlegging his best Niggaz like Feds get gangstas and murderers glorified But when they get indicted they the first to testify Tell me why you only show respect to a criminal When you hit 'em off with checks the only time he's feeling you Behind bars all these thugs turn homosexual But when they released to streets somehow they feel they better you Why every rapper out got the same life story? By now its more than obvious somebody's a phony We the last one and only real Emcees From the class sent before me, will it change we'll see [Hook] [Female sings:] No! You won't believe the things I've seen Life on the streets can be so cold They lose their minds and sell their souls It's still a mystery to me You won't believe the things I've seen This life ain't nothing but a dream
