Be Real lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Scrappy]
If you a thug my n*gga be a thug
If you sell drugs my n*gga, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say sh*t if you can't be real about it
If you a thug my n*gga be a thug
If you sell drugs my n*gga, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say sh*t if you can't be real about it

[Verse 1: Lil Scrappy]
Comin up as a child all I seen was Hell
Momma stepped, Daddy sold yay, stayed in and out of jail
I came robbin and kickin in doors
Then went from a half to sellin ten O's
But ya see shorty, my mom was a G
She made it real easy for my sista and me
She did what she had to do
And got on the damn grind like a n*gga would do
Talkin about pimpin, oh she did that too
I got robbed because a old n*gga took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old goin on 13, which made me bold
That's why I think my heart is so cold
I gives a f*ck about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think about is grillin with gold
Replacin yo does (shawty), and cakin these hoes
(shorty) and cakin these hoes
I'mma pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes
[Chorus: Lil Scrappy]
If you a thug my n*gga be a thug
If you sell drugs my n*gga, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say sh*t if you can't be real about it
If you a thug my n*gga be a thug
If you sell drugs my n*gga, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say sh*t if you can't be real about it (Tell 'em)

[Verse 2: Lil Scrappy]
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A n*gga thankin 'bout change contemplatin my death
Feel my pain as it rains all over a n*gga
And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor
f*ckin n*ggas up on the daily if they didn't pay me
n*ggas pulling guns on me damn near drove me crazy
Young n*gga went to school just to sell some dope
A lil crazy ass n*gga with a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially
Momma swung on a n*gga, I stabbed a b*tch in the head (n*gga)
I don't scratch my head unless it itches
And I don't smoke unless I'm busting at you hating b*tches
n*ggas, we was bred to die, don't be asking me why
I'll rather hustle in the cold cause n*ggas praying with fire
All the childhood issues when the Devil's out to get you
Got my mind on my gun and I shall pull pistol
[Chorus: Lil Scrappy]
If you a thug my n*gga be a thug
If you sell drugs my n*gga, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say sh*t if you can't be real about it
If you a thug my n*gga be a thug
If you sell drugs my n*gga, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say sh*t if you can't be real about it

[Verse 3: Bo Hagon]
Bo Hagon
You see the streets, they'll swallow you whole
Your mind, body, and soul
And leave you in a ditch, cold, with no shoes and clothes
Be waitin for the trash collector
Follow me now selector to the ghetto sector
They'll kill you over thirty dollars
I seen a man cut with a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla a sound that I can't forget
Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said sh*t
And to this day, momma thought I was up at the park
While she was at the church praising the lord
I made it through amazingly unscarred
She had to be praying, because I made it by the graces of God
A product of hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the other hard iron
Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine
Grab your piece of the pie, the other parts mine
[Chorus: Lil Scrappy]
If you a thug my n*gga be a thug
If you sell drugs my n*gga, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say sh*t if you can't be real about it
If you a thug my n*gga be a thug
If you sell drugs my n*gga, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say sh*t if you can't be real about it