Doe Boy - Real Talk Pt.3 lyrics

[Intro - 2Pac] We doing this sh** from Cleveland to LA, n***a Whatever you n***as want, we bringin' it! Thug Luv, n***a. What time is it? I don't give a f** where you lay at, n***a It's time to slay these b**h-made n***as! They ain't even knowing what type of n***as we is Where my thugs at? [Verse - Doe Boy] f** n***as talkin' that sh**, but I swear on my flag, n***a it ain't on nothin' I was 16 with a M-16, pull up on a f** n***a start drummin' Broke lil' n***a we ain't care about nothin', when you see me just start runnin' Just a lil' n***a with a mask and a Glock, n***a that's when them bands start comin' Tool on deck, so back up Cop run my name and called backup Cause he know a n***a be strapped up I'd never put that Mac up 100 round chopper, 30 rounds popper You ain't no shooter, you ain't no robber You ain't no k**er, you ain't no shotta What you shoot? What was you robbin'? Stop flexin', savage young n***a, I'm reckless f** n***a come in my section, put you in a box no message. Headless! I don't really give 2-f**s about you Nosey a** n***a, I was raised by the k**ers Youngin' 15 and he toting that 30 Had to multiply his f**in' n***as by two Young n***a g**nin', in the hood flag hangin', runnin' with a 40 on his hip Nighttime lookin' for a lick. You was probably lookin' for a b**h Rattin' a** n***a, you a snitch. See it in your eye you a b**h Mouth talkin' off tough sh**. Heart sayin' you ain't on sh** Tote that Glock, 3 gon' get shot. Get D n***as or you gon' get got Throwin' head shots, give a f** about an opp Execute a n***a, make his kids can watch f** a** n***as get dropped. Realest n***a rappin' since Pac I was really thuggin' on the block. I was really sendin' them shots F-1, F-2, F-3, F-4, n***a even got a F-5 On the Firm, that ain't no lie. n***a try me gon' die Hate me, I don't know why? You don't like being alive? Mob boss n***a, I'm tired Had the whole set go wild Still on that same thing, Rubber Band Money Gang n***a wanna roll wit' me, ?? at yo' brain n***a you lost it, n***a don't like to be cautious Your hood's probably the softest. Start with us, ain't no pausin' Hater on my dick, get off me. Before a n***a hide in your closet I ain't gon' do no talkin'. Answer this gun, it's callin'