MC Breed, 2Pac - Comin Real Again lyrics

Guess who's back
Guess who's back muthafucka
Big ballin' ass muthafuckin' Breed
Givin' you what ya need, yeah
Smokin' a gang of weed hit them fools, nigga

Come one, come all niggas get the beat down
Retreat, creep or feel the heat
Of the Breed sound collect facts
Then attack like I'm s'pposed to
Ya boy's goin' left on niggas
And them hoes too it's me
That nigga who ain't never got caught
My mic is wounded
I'ma test it with a touch of salt
Keep a book of the mark ass niggas I broke
'Cause big Breed, can do ya
While I'm smokin' my dope, and tryin' 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, mainenterain the crowd
Make moves to improve
So I can build a bigger rep
The trigger finger strapped
I wanna see another nigga step
I play the cards
Lost by your dingy Mista Gilligan
The mighty mad writer's straight-up
Comin' real again

Buck buck muthafucka
Right at your muthafuckin' ass
This shit too strong for a muthafuckin' vest
So watch your chest and your dome
Leave Breed the fuck alone
We sendin' niggas to the fuckin' cemetery

They got me thinkin', sittin' in the hot spot
I'm straight up havin' hard times
Wanting me a drop-top and a fat knot
And I ain't tryin' to hear that 5-0 shit
I'm black, and I was born
With a survival kit, uh
Ain't shit but spit
In the beer that I'm drinkin'
I gotta get paid, I gotta get paid
And that's what a nigga be thinkin'
You sleep hoes
I'm puttin' a peephole in your forehead
Run 'til your toes is numb
Go test your broke head
Breed's got niggas at your
Back once again punk
Told you ain't no future in that shit
But you still front
When will they realize, I got the feel again
The mighty mad writer's comin' real again

Buck buck, biiinnng
That's the motherfuckin' sound as
We buckin' mothafuckas down yea nigga
Run but you can't outrace
This motherfuckin' bullet
Breed, pull it, they can't fade you boy

Once mo', toe to toe? I don't think so
Bird sales
And knockin' niggas out like Riddick Bowe
You ain't the play
You know the play so don't say shit
Get 'em up and find your ass
Gettin' up off the pavement wavin' the shit
Beggin' niggas to just straight quit
But fuck that
A hard head can get a niggas ass kicked
I ain't lettin' up for none
Son, huh? I'm comin' real again

Yeah, motherfucka how you wanna
Play this shit?
We can go toe to toe, Glock for Glock
Block for block homie to muthafuckin' homie
But you muthafuckas gonna feel
This nigga this time
'Cause we ain't comin' back
With that old bullshit
There's too many muthafuckin' dead
Niggas for me
To be takin' this here bullshit
That's why there's muthafuckas in
The pen' now, nigga
So pull or quit that bullshit
'cause I don't wanna hear
That muthafuckin' crap
Comin' real again nigga, thought
I told you muthafuckas, i thought you knew
It's the muthafuckin' real shit, muthafucka
Hundred percent authentic
Type of shit you fuckin'
Get chronic'd out to
You know what I'm sayin'?
So do me one of them muthafuckin' favors
And light another fuckin' blunt
You know what I'm sayin'? A blunt muthafucka
Philly style
You know what I'm sayin'? Chronic nigga!
I'm talkin' 'bout laid out, played out
Phat fuckin' funk
Yeah, this that type shit we kickin'
In the 9 tre muthafucka
So all you muthafuckin' big
Ballin' ass gangstas
You put your muthafuckin' hand on yo' gat
And if the police roll up
And say turn it down
You burn it down muthafucka
'Cause we comin' real again, 19 nigga 3
Boy real again we grabbin' steel again
'cause we comin' real again
We turn the 90's to the 60's muthafucka
That's how we rollin'