Reality Is

Текст песни Oc & Ag - Reality Is

Reality Is Lyrics[Verse 1: A.G.]
Ev'[ery]body wan' be Mike - nobody wan' be [?]Starks[?]
Niggers 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 - Niggers 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 nigga
Undisputed. A shame my longues [are] poluted
The nut cracker make me fuck 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 nigga 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
Niggers wanna be [?]tooky[?] Nobody want the penalty
Wanna be remembered - Nobody wanna be a memory

Some of these niggers 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

Niggas 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.]