Lil' Scrappy & Trillville - Be Real Lyrics

If you a thug, my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs, my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it

If you a thug, my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs, my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it

Comin' up as a child my city was hell
My momma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I came robbin' and kickin' in doors
Then on my behalf and 17 old

But ya see, shorty, my mom was a G
She made it real easy for my sista and me
She did what she had to do, and got
Out the damn crowd like a nigga would do

Talkin' about pimpin', oh, she did that too
I got robbed and this old nigga took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones
That's why I thank my heart to sell dope
I gives a fuck about none of you hoes

All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold
And pressin' these doors and cakin these hoes
(Shorty)
I'ma pimp, I spend my time makin' these hoes

If you a thug, my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs, my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it

Nobody loves me, so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin' 'bout change contemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga
And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor

Fuckin' niggaz up on the daily if they didn't pay me
Niggaz pullin' guns on me damn near drove me crazy
Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope
A lil' crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat

And in the streets broke heathens
Went through drama especially
Momma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head
(Nigga)
I dun scratch my head unless it itches
An' I dun smoke unless I'm bustin' at you hatin' bitches

Nigga, we was brave to die, don't be askin' me why
I'll rather hustle in the cold 'cuz niggaz sprayin' wit fire
All the childhood fixin's wit the Devil inside the kitchen
Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol

You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole
Mind body and soul
And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes
Waitin' for the trash collector
Follow me, mind selector to the ghetto sector

They'll kill you over thirty dollars
I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle
Blood squirted on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla a sound that I can't forget

Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said shit
And to this day momma thought I was young
Hungry and poor
(Par)
While she was at the church, praising the Lord
I made through amazingly un-scarred

She had to be praying 'cuz I made it by the grace of the God
I'm proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the other hand 9
Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine

If you a thug, my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs, my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it

If you a thug, my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs, my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it