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Comin' Real Again Lyrics

[2Pac yelling]

guess whos back
guess whos back m****f****,big ballin a** m****f***in breed
givin you what ya need,yea,smokin a gang of weed
hit them fools n****
[MC Breed]

come one,come all
n***** gettin the beat down
retreat,peeps,feel the heat of the breed sound
collect facts,then attack like im suppose to
ya boys goin,aaahhhh,4 new n***** and them hoes too
its me,that n**** who aint never got caught
my mic is smooth as peppa,with a touch of salt
eat a book of the mark a** n***** i broke
cause big breed,can do ya why im smokin my dope,try to cope
catch up as this s*** 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 n**** step
i play the cards,and you lost.mista gillagan
the mighty mad,bad writers comin real again

[2Pac yelling]

buck buck m****f****.right at your m****f***in a**.
this s*** too strong for a m****f***in vest.
so watch your chest and your dome.
leave breed the f*** alone.
we sendin n***** to the f***** cemetary.

[breed]
they got me thinkin.sittin in the hot spot.
im straight up havin hard times wanting me a drop top.
and a phat knot.i aint tryin to hear that 5-0 s***.
im black,and i was born with a survival kit.
aint s*** to spit,in the beer that im drinkin
i gotta get paid,i gotta get paid,and thats what a n**** be thinkin.
you sleep hoes,im lookin in peep holes.
in your 4head,run till your toes is numb,go test your broke head.
breed got n***** on your back once again punk.
told you aint no future in that s***,but you still front.
when will they relize,i got the feel again,
the mighty mad writers comin real again.

[2pac yelling]

buck buck bbbbbbbbbiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggg
thats the m*********** sound as we f***** m********** down.
yea n****,run but you count out race this m*********** bullet
breed,pull it,they cant fade you boy.

[breed]

once mo,toe to toe,i dont think so
bird sales,and knockin n***** out like ridick boe.
you aint the play,you know the play well dont say s***.
get'em,and find your a** gettin off the pathement
wavin the s***, beggin n***** to just straight quit
but f*** that,a hard head can get a n***** a** kicked
i aint lettin up for none,son
im comin real again.
[2Pac yelling]

yea m*********** how you wanna play this s***
we can go toe to toe,glock for glock,block for block
homie for m****f***in homie.
but you m****f***ers gonna feel this n**** this time.
cause we aint comin back with that old bullshit.
its too many m****f***in dead n*****,for me to be takin this here bullshit
thata why theres m****f***ers in the pin now n****.
so pull or quit that bullshit. cause i dont wanna hear that m****f***in c***.
comin real again n****, thought i told you m****f***ers,i thought u knew
its the m****f***in real s*** m****f****.100 percent athentic.
type of s*** you get chronic out to,know what im sayin?
so do me a m****f***in fava,and light another m****f***in blunt.
you know what im sayin?a blunt m****f****.philly sytle.
know what im sayin?chronic n****.
im talkin bout layed out,played out,phat f***** funk.
yea this that kinda s*** we kickin in the 9 tre m****f****.
so all you m****f***in big ballin a** gangstas
you put your m****f***in 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 n**** 3,boy,real again,and grabbin steel
again.
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