That's Real Songtext
von Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Uh, Blaze Ya Dead Homie in this mutha fucka
Yeah, mutha fucka′s always ask me whats real
This shit real, that shit real
Muthafucka
Finna to let you know what's real
Death is so real
Yo, its so real
Is it true the old sayin, all that glitters isn′t gold
The more you give away, is only more to be controlled
(That's real!)
Keep your mind on your money, and your bitches
Don't be scared to handle business if somebody acts suspicious
(thats real)
Talking to the pigs, throw′d ass out you know
Snitches come up missing in my hood, without a doubt
(Thats real!)
If it don′t make dollars, it don't make sense We came from the ol′ school homie fight, teach ya' quick
(Thats real!)
Pass the joint off to your left hand side
An to the right, or to myself
I′m getting high all the time
(thats real)
Don't get lost in the camera flash
The only way you hide, then they forget yo ass
(Thats real!)
Somebody ask me whats real and whats not
Respect has to be earned on my block
Its a givin′ just like a tick of a clock
Don't flash yo cash, you will get popped
An' they ask me what is real
An′ they ask me what is real
An′ they ask me what is real, and whats not
Respect has to be earned on my block


You heard the bell young bitches, get your i-pads out
An' pay game for your homie ′fore this thing goes south
(Thats real!)
Skank hoes all about passing pussy
You know there rockin' HPV and reakin′ like padussy
(Thats real!)
Sometimes I burn myself in my cell
To prove I'm not a prisoner rotting in my own hell
(thats real)
When I′m awake I dream all the time
An' when I'm asleep, I always have to scrape to get by
(Thats real!)
Daily visits by those who passed spirits
I know you bitches hear it pretty cau′ you never hear it
(Thats real!)
Outsida′ PonyBoy, I stay golden
Imma bust you in the head with the cane that I'm holdin′
(Thats real!)
Somebody ask me whats real and whats not
Respect has to be earned on my block
Its a givin' just like a tick of a clock
Don′t flash yo cash, you will get popped
An' they ask me what is real
An′ they ask me what is real
An' they ask me what is real an' whats not
Respect has to be earned on my block
So tired of all, its not for real trust me, I know how you feel
How many can, and think its fact
That we can′t see their clever act
We see it through those little lies
It shines right through it never hides
Where love is given′ not receivin' Heart will open on our sleeve
Doomed, to fail with consequence
No longer will they play defense
Or ride offence, swap our stakes, in hopes our turn that we′ll be next
Play the game without pretext, for this thirst there is no quench
Cease to exist, whats the sense
And remain a proverbial monkey wrench
Uh, look it up!
Thats real, proverbial, uh
Monkey wrench
Blaze ya dead homie, Bitch