(feat. 2Pac)
[2Pac yelling]
guess whos back
guess whos back muthaf*cka,big ballin ass muthaf*ckin breed
givin you what ya need,yea,smokin a gang of weed
hit them fools nigga
[MC Breed]
come one,come all
niggas 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 niggas and them hoes too
its me,that nigga who aint never got caught
my mic is smooth as peppa,with a touch of salt
eat a book of the mark ass niggas i broke
cause big breed,can do ya why im smokin my dope,try to cope
catch up as this shit 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 nigga step
i play the cards,and you lost.mista gillagan
the mighty mad,bad writers comin real again
[2Pac yelling]
buck buck muthaf*cka.right at your muthaf*ckin ass.
this shit too strong for a muthaf*ckin vest.
so watch your chest and your dome.
leave breed the f*ck alone.
we sendin niggas to the f*ckin 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 shit.
im black,and i was born with a survival kit.
aint shit to spit,in the beer that im drinkin
i gotta get paid,i gotta get paid,and thats what a nigga 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 niggas on your back once again punk.
told you aint no future in that shit,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 motherf*ckin sound as we f*ckin mothaf*ckas down.
yea nigga,run but you count out race this motherf*ckin bullet
breed,pull it,they cant fade you boy.
[breed]
once mo,toe to toe,i dont think so
bird sales,and knockin niggas out like ridick boe.
you aint the play,you know the play well dont say shit.
get'em,and find your ass gettin off the pathement
wavin the shit, beggin niggas to just straight quit
but f*ck that,a hard head can get a niggas ass kicked
i aint lettin up for none,son
im comin real again.
[2Pac yelling]
yea motherf*cker how you wanna play this shit
we can go toe to toe,glock for glock,block for block
homie for muthaf*ckin homie.
but you muthaf*ckers gonna feel this nigga this time.
cause we aint comin back with that old bullshit.
its too many muthaf*ckin dead niggas,for me to be takin this here bullshit
thata why theres muthaf*ckers in the pin now nigga.
so pull or quit that bullshit. cause i dont wanna hear that muthaf*ckin crap.
comin real again nigga, thought i told you muthaf*ckers,i thought u knew
its the muthaf*ckin real shit muthaf*cka.100 percent athentic.
type of shit you get chronic out to,know what im sayin?
so do me a muthaf*ckin fava,and light another muthaf*ckin blunt.
you know what im sayin?a blunt muthaf*cka.philly sytle.
know what im sayin?chronic nigga.
im talkin bout layed out,played out,phat f*ckin funk.
yea this that kinda shit we kickin in the 9 tre muthaf*cka.
so all you muthaf*ckin big ballin ass gangstas
you put your muthaf*ckin hand on ya gat.
and if the police roll up and say turn it down,you burn it down muf*cka
cause we comin real again. 19 nigga 3,boy,real again,and grabbin steel
again.
MC Breed - Comin Real Again Lyrics
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(feat. 2Pac)
[2Pac yelling]
guess whos back
guess whos back muthaf*cka,big ballin ass muthaf*ckin breed
givin you what ya need,yea,smokin a gang of weed
hit them fools nigga
[MC Breed]
come one,come all
niggas 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 niggas and them hoes too
its me,that nigga who aint never got caught
my mic is smooth as peppa,with a touch of salt
eat a book of the mark ass niggas i broke
cause big breed,can do ya why im smokin my dope,try to cope
catch up as this shit 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 nigga step
i play the cards,and you lost.mista gillagan
the mighty mad,bad writers comin real again
[2Pac yelling]
buck buck muthaf*cka.right at your muthaf*ckin ass.
this shit too strong for a muthaf*ckin vest.
so watch your chest and your dome.
leave breed the f*ck alone.
we sendin niggas to the f*ckin 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 shit.
im black,and i was born with a survival kit.
aint shit to spit,in the beer that im drinkin
i gotta get paid,i gotta get paid,and thats what a nigga 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 niggas on your back once again punk.
told you aint no future in that shit,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 motherf*ckin sound as we f*ckin mothaf*ckas down.
yea nigga,run but you count out race this motherf*ckin bullet
breed,pull it,they cant fade you boy.
[breed]
once mo,toe to toe,i dont think so
bird sales,and knockin niggas out like ridick boe.
you aint the play,you know the play well dont say shit.
get'em,and find your ass gettin off the pathement
wavin the shit, beggin niggas to just straight quit
but f*ck that,a hard head can get a niggas ass kicked
i aint lettin up for none,son
im comin real again.
[2Pac yelling]
yea motherf*cker how you wanna play this shit
we can go toe to toe,glock for glock,block for block
homie for muthaf*ckin homie.
but you muthaf*ckers gonna feel this nigga this time.
cause we aint comin back with that old bullshit.
its too many muthaf*ckin dead niggas,for me to be takin this here bullshit
thata why theres muthaf*ckers in the pin now nigga.
so pull or quit that bullshit. cause i dont wanna hear that muthaf*ckin crap.
comin real again nigga, thought i told you muthaf*ckers,i thought u knew
its the muthaf*ckin real shit muthaf*cka.100 percent athentic.
type of shit you get chronic out to,know what im sayin?
so do me a muthaf*ckin fava,and light another muthaf*ckin blunt.
you know what im sayin?a blunt muthaf*cka.philly sytle.
know what im sayin?chronic nigga.
im talkin bout layed out,played out,phat f*ckin funk.
yea this that kinda shit we kickin in the 9 tre muthaf*cka.
so all you muthaf*ckin big ballin ass gangstas
you put your muthaf*ckin hand on ya gat.
and if the police roll up and say turn it down,you burn it down muf*cka
cause we comin real again. 19 nigga 3,boy,real again,and grabbin steel
again.
[2Pac yelling]
guess whos back
guess whos back muthaf*cka,big ballin ass muthaf*ckin breed
givin you what ya need,yea,smokin a gang of weed
hit them fools nigga
[MC Breed]
come one,come all
niggas 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 niggas and them hoes too
its me,that nigga who aint never got caught
my mic is smooth as peppa,with a touch of salt
eat a book of the mark ass niggas i broke
cause big breed,can do ya why im smokin my dope,try to cope
catch up as this shit 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 nigga step
i play the cards,and you lost.mista gillagan
the mighty mad,bad writers comin real again
[2Pac yelling]
buck buck muthaf*cka.right at your muthaf*ckin ass.
this shit too strong for a muthaf*ckin vest.
so watch your chest and your dome.
leave breed the f*ck alone.
we sendin niggas to the f*ckin 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 shit.
im black,and i was born with a survival kit.
aint shit to spit,in the beer that im drinkin
i gotta get paid,i gotta get paid,and thats what a nigga 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 niggas on your back once again punk.
told you aint no future in that shit,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 motherf*ckin sound as we f*ckin mothaf*ckas down.
yea nigga,run but you count out race this motherf*ckin bullet
breed,pull it,they cant fade you boy.
[breed]
once mo,toe to toe,i dont think so
bird sales,and knockin niggas out like ridick boe.
you aint the play,you know the play well dont say shit.
get'em,and find your ass gettin off the pathement
wavin the shit, beggin niggas to just straight quit
but f*ck that,a hard head can get a niggas ass kicked
i aint lettin up for none,son
im comin real again.
[2Pac yelling]
yea motherf*cker how you wanna play this shit
we can go toe to toe,glock for glock,block for block
homie for muthaf*ckin homie.
but you muthaf*ckers gonna feel this nigga this time.
cause we aint comin back with that old bullshit.
its too many muthaf*ckin dead niggas,for me to be takin this here bullshit
thata why theres muthaf*ckers in the pin now nigga.
so pull or quit that bullshit. cause i dont wanna hear that muthaf*ckin crap.
comin real again nigga, thought i told you muthaf*ckers,i thought u knew
its the muthaf*ckin real shit muthaf*cka.100 percent athentic.
type of shit you get chronic out to,know what im sayin?
so do me a muthaf*ckin fava,and light another muthaf*ckin blunt.
you know what im sayin?a blunt muthaf*cka.philly sytle.
know what im sayin?chronic nigga.
im talkin bout layed out,played out,phat f*ckin funk.
yea this that kinda shit we kickin in the 9 tre muthaf*cka.
so all you muthaf*ckin big ballin ass gangstas
you put your muthaf*ckin hand on ya gat.
and if the police roll up and say turn it down,you burn it down muf*cka
cause we comin real again. 19 nigga 3,boy,real again,and grabbin steel
again.