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Comin Real Again

This song is by 2Pac.

(2Pac yelling)

Guess whos back
Guess whos back muthafucka, big ballin ass muthafuckin breed
Givin' you what ya need, yeah, smokin' a gang of weed
Hit them fools nigga

(MC Breed)

Come one, come all
Niggas gettin' the beat down
Retreat, peeps, feel the heat of the breed sound
Collect facts, then attack like I'm suppose to
Ya boys goin', ah, 4 new niggas and them hoes too
It's me, that nigga who ain't 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 I'm smokin' my dope, try to cope
Catch up as this shit gets mental, this chronic got me workin my brain
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

(2Pac yelling)

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' cemetery.


They got me thinkin'.sittin' in the hot spot.
I'm straight up havin' hard times wanting me a drop top.
And a phat knot.i ain't tryin' to hear that 5-0 shit.
I'm black, and I was born with a survival kit.
Ain't shit to spit, in the beer that I'm drinkin'
I gotta get paid, I gotta get paid, and that's what a nigga be thinkin'.
You sleep hoes, I'm lookin' in peep holes.
In your 4head, run till your toes is numb, go test your broke head.
Breed got niggas on your back once again punk.
Told you ain't 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.

(2pac yelling)

Buck buck bbiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggg
That's the motherfuckin sound as we fuckin' mothafuckas down.
Yeah nigga, run but you count out race this motherfuckin bullet
Breed, pull it, they can't fade you boy.


Once mo, toe to toe, I don't think so
Bird sales, and knockin' niggas out like ridick boe.
You ain't the play, you know the play well don't 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 ain't lettin up for none, son
I'm comin' real again.

(2Pac yelling)

Yeah 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 ain't comin' back with that old bullshit.
It's too many muthafuckin dead niggas, for me to be takin' this here bullshit
Thata why there's muthafuckers in the pin now nigga.
So pull or quit that bullshit. 'cause I don't wanna hear that muthafuckin crap.
Comin' real again nigga, thought I told you muthafuckers, I thought you knew
It's the muthafuckin real shit muthafucka.100 percent athentic.
Type of shit you get chronic out to, know what I'm sayin'?
So do me a muthafuckin fava, and light another muthafuckin blunt.
You know what I'm sayin'?a blunt muthafucka.philly style.
Know what I'm sayin'?chronic nigga.
I'm talkin' bout laid out, played out, phat fuckin' funk.
Yeah 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 mufucka
'Cause we comin' real again. 19 nigga 3, boy, real again, and grabbin steel

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