Comin Real Again Letra[2Pac yelling]
guess whos back
guess whos back muthafucka,big ballin ass muthafuckin breed
givin you what ya need,yea,smokin a gang of weed
hit them fools nigga
come one,come all
niggas gettin the beat down
retreat,peeps,feel the heat of the breed sound
collect facts,then attack like im suppose to
ya boys goin,aaahhhh,4 new niggas and them hoes too
its me,that nigga who aint never got caught
my mic is smooth as peppa,with a touch of salt
eat a book of the mark ass niggas i broke
cause big breed,can do ya why im smokin my dope,try to cope
catch up as this shit gets mental,this chronic got me workin my
i need a pencil.
so i can shake and change the style.but in the meanwhile
i maintain the crowd.
make moves to improve,so i can get a bigger rep
the trigger finger straped, i wanna see another nigga step
i play the cards,and you lost.mista gillagan
the mighty mad,bad writers comin real again
buck buck muthafucka.right at your muthafuckin ass.
this shit too strong for a muthafuckin vest.
so watch your chest and your dome.
leave breed the fuck alone.
we sendin niggas to the fuckin cemetary.
they got me thinkin.sittin in the hot spot.
im straight up havin hard times wanting me a drop top.
and a phat knot.i aint tryin to hear that 5-0 shit.
im black,and i was born with a survival kit.
aint shit to spit,in the beer that im drinkin
i gotta get paid,i gotta get paid,and thats what a nigga be
you sleep hoes,im lookin in peep holes.
in your 4head,run till your toes is numb,go test your broke
breed got niggas on your back once again punk.
told you aint no future in that shit,but you still front.
when will they relize,i got the feel again,
the mighty mad writers comin real again.
buck buck bbbbbbbbbiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggg
thats the motherfuckin sound as we fuckin mothafuckas down.
yea nigga,run but you count out race this motherfuckin bullet
breed,pull it,they cant fade you boy.
once mo,toe to toe,i dont think so
bird sales,and knockin niggas out like ridick boe.
you aint the play,you know the play well dont say shit.
get'em,and find your ass gettin off the pathement
wavin the shit, beggin niggas to just straight quit
but fuck that,a hard head can get a niggas ass kicked
i aint lettin up for none,son
im comin real again.
yea motherfucker how you wanna play this shit
we can go toe to toe,glock for glock,block for block
homie for muthafuckin homie.
but you muthafuckers gonna feel this nigga this time.
cause we aint comin back with that old bullshit.
its too many muthafuckin dead niggas,for me to be takin this
thata why theres muthafuckers in the pin now nigga.
so pull or quit that bullshit. cause i dont wanna hear that
comin real again nigga, thought i told you muthafuckers,i
thought u knew
its the muthafuckin real shit muthafucka.100 percent athentic.
type of shit you get chronic out to,know what im sayin?
so do me a muthafuckin fava,and light another muthafuckin blunt.
you know what im sayin?a blunt muthafucka.philly sytle.
know what im sayin?chronic nigga.
im talkin bout layed out,played out,phat fuckin funk.
yea this that kinda shit we kickin in the 9 tre muthafucka.
so all you muthafuckin big ballin ass gangstas
you put your muthafuckin hand on ya gat.
and if the police roll up and say turn it down,you burn it down
cause we comin real again. 19 nigga 3,boy,real again,and grabbin