Big Mike - On Da Real Lyrics
[ VERSE 1: Big Mike ]On the real, baby, I ain't got no endsYeah, I got a record out, but I ain't got no BenzYou ought to be glad that I'm givin yo ass somethinCause it's some niggas out there that ain't givin up nothinThen he got a baby, but the nigga don't take care of itAnything I make, my baby always gets a share of itYeah, a young nigga tryin to make itAnd it's gettin harder when you're always on my back tryin to take itAnd it ain't even gotta be like thatGettin at me like that ain't gon' get your *****in pockets fatUsed to have some love for you, but now you're just a selfish *****Takin all my money, spendin it on your self and shitOr that nigga that you stayin with, layin withBut on the real, I ain't that nigga you should be playin withCause when I'm deadAin't nobody gonna take care of another man's kids, he might, shitNine times out of ten they don'tNine times out of ten them mutha*****as won'tSo baby, pump, pump yo brakes and put a end to all them hoe gamesCause hoe games equals no game[ CHORUS: female background singer ]Comin (comin)Comin (comin)Comin on the real(Comin on the real)[ VERSE 2: Big Mike ]What's up, young fool, I see that you're anxiousTo jack a nigga like me cause you ain't got no patienceThink I'm rollin Daytons or maybe even ElbowsThe only way I roll em if I catch em on sale, broHuh, I'm like you, tryin to get my hustle onAin't got time for no mutha*****in scuffle, homesI'm sellin records, and you be sellin crackI got fans, you got the police on your backBut I don't knock you, cause I used to do the sameSo don't knock me cause I'm in a different gameSee, it's still about comin upStill about puttin niggas on they ass if they be runnin upDifferent game, same atttitudeEverybody wanna take shots at the badder dudeBut it don't matter, dude, on how you feelCause I still kick back and make a millAnd that's on the real[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Big Mike ]Shake em up and let the dice rollI bagged dough two times and left a nigga twicefoldFight sole on the peeweesBe makin em raise up when I hit seven easySee me makin mutha*****as break theyselfTo the point where they wanna shake the dice theyselfFool, what you think this is?I'm 22 and I been tryin to stack bank for yearsHuh, and in my dreams I seenThat life ain't all about makin money and havin yo face on the sceneIt's about bein comfortable, takin care of yoursAnd that's what I'm strivin forAnd with God on my sideAin't none of that hard to findAnd that's on the real[ CHORUS ]
