DJ Honda - Real To Me (feat. Headkrack Miss Jones Triple S) Lyrics
f/ Head Crack, Jkeon, Triple Seis* send corrections to the typist[Triple Seis]uhh huh, it's what's real to mestaying up ( fucus ).....dj hondagetcha mind right[Chorus: Jkeon]faded visions of what I could beSo let me show you what is real to meMoney, success and my family, to survive in the streetsThat's what's real to me[Triple Seis]who ever thought it would happen like thisrockin' these hits, poppin' these clipsgoing over seas and making these chips, stop doing the dirtand going legit, cause if I stay in the street I'ma fall in the pitit ain't about the money it's about gettin' quickso I'll probably get locked, cause I'm playing the stripsince the QB spotted these corner flips, I aint trying to get knockednigga that's common sense, trying to be on top so I could representFULL A CLIPS to the death of me, I keep it moving with Cuban right next to meIt's like destiny, no matter how tight shit getHe keeps blessing me, keep testing me, to change the whole recipeCarry the choice live out the whole legacyI can't call it, if it's ment to be, it's ment to bethis aint a game my life is in jepardy, make sure you ready to dieBefore you step to me, why you even telling me lies on ecstasyHatin' like you all that fire, I know as well I see[Chorus][Head Crack]I zone on tracks, I'm lost in this earth were we atthe only source of money is crack, pertecting is gatsI'm hurting inside, look at my tacks it forced me to be a thugwith a heart to clap, I feel like a animal trappedup in this cage of life, fighting for freedomBusting gats what we teach themthe young youth for good reasons, be smartBraveheart, protect your family, let the rest starve6/15/76... I hit the earth11:22 thats the time my mom gave birtha star was born, at the same time my heart was tornPops gone but ***** it doe cause life goes onI gotta stand strong, I gotta make my moms proudand make my grams laugh in heavenlet her know I'm still counting the blessingsI rock a vest for protectingand rock a nigga to sleep with a smith & wessona little gat have a big nigga undressingMy heart pure I spit raw, a flow like this, there's no cureI said I lose it put it on track, mash music in the thug formthat got the hood singing my song[Chorus][Triple Seis] lalalalalalalalalalalalalalaahh
