Poppa Don - Real Talk (Pop's Song) lyrics

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Poppa Don - Real Talk (Pop's Song) lyrics

[Intro: Poppa Don] Ok, I'm sayin' man They sayin', Pop, man, they They sayin' that you singin' too much, man They sayin' man, that, you know They don't think you got the rapping sk** no more Man, you can't hold it down on the streets Man, you too much, focused on the ladies Nah, God, I've been rappin', I just took a little break, man You know, everybody's rappin' now, knowhatimsayin' I'm mean, damn, huh? [Poppa Don] You got a lotta rappers, but how many rappers is ill How many rappers you know in platinum and touched the mill How many rappers you know that's nice, without a deal How many rappers pumpin' the things, that I can't feel How many rappers up in that Source, with 5 mics How many rappers you know that's rhymin', sound a like How many rappes is kickin' rhymes, they didn't write Talkin' that thug sh**, and really can't fight How many rappers that wanna step to me, and get ate up Many rappers I done battled, made 'em all shut up Ooh, I'm not the best, I'm one of the best Get it off your chest, don't hold your breathe I'mma be that n***a, to show n***as in hip hop Who's hot and whose not, and one of the best is Pac Ooh, I'm not the best, I'm on the best [Interlude: Poppa Don] And they sayin' that... you ain't ill, n***a I can't see that, what you did to me, man That sh** got me f**ed up, knowhatimsayin? I'm like, sh**, this n***a's the hottest n***a in the game, right now I'm the man [Poppa Don] You got a lot rappers, then you get out the game quick Talkin' that same sh**, that lame sh**, like We give a f** about your chains, and your whips And your rollie, and how icey your sh** is n***a, talk about that, pain that it really is That's for my n***as locked up, my thugs on the block With the Glocks up, wanna hear That sh** you talkin', was played out last year You f**in' clown, cuz of you n***a that don't even rhyme, wanna rhyme now Get in the game and twist it around See what you did, I should k** you on th strength of Pac and Big Cuz them n***as loved and lived and died for this sh** Hear you come, playin' with this, talkin' how you been rich You was never poor, never been through a struggle But never seen no bars, quit screamin' you're hardcore Or star like bar, somebody gon' f** around and call your bluff Allow the gat, and me like "n***a what" [Outro: Poppa Don] You gon' be like... yo yo, hold up man All I'm sayin' is, I was just gettin' jigged Spittin' out blood, knowhatimean Man talkin' about, this n***a don't spit What the f** is wrong with you? What the f** He speakin' a different f**in' language? These n***as is not listenin' man, pay attention What the f**, and ooh, and ohh Oh shout out to my n***a 50 For hollerin' at your boy, yeah That oooh... haha, yeah, real talk, n***a