Outlawz - Real Talk [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Now you done heard a lot of talk about me and my niggas
Them outlaw world wide mob figures
From triumph to tragedy
To right back on top, and niggas still mad at me?
For pushing that big truck on 24's
A square feet in ATL game lockjaw
Man that's what my nigga got shot for
Being to mothafucking raw for these fuck boys
See the darkness, see the light, he wanna feel it
Misery loves company and that's the real shit
But in 2005 I'm on some kill shit
Before a nigga sneak upon me and peel this
I'm taking the stand, with MAC at hand
Born killer like them niggas in Pakistan
It's simple, gotta get 'em before I die
Like the old West see now we load TECs to ride

[Chorus]
I know mama, you did your best at raising me
Now your baby done became a G
When I'm out in them streets
The only one that got me is me
I keep my hand upon my heat
Cause you know mama, you didn't raise no bitch
So if a nigga wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my thang cocked
Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me
Real talk

[Verse 2]
Everyday is a new challenge
I'm a savage in a New Balance
A lot of rappers but not enough raw talent
Blame the machine but fuck it I'm a hustla bitch
So we start our own label selling bricks legit
Power to the people, a lot of power in my pencil
We the hope for the hopeless, a voice for the voiceless
Outlaw soldiers, we still in the game
Years later, less members, but the feeling the same
Straight from the heart, we making 'em walk
Live for the day, don't wait for tomorrow
Haters getting they wrong
I seen the streets rap rounda the toughest of niggas
I seen prison put religion in the roughest of niggas
They say gangstas don't live that long, too many turn coat
That's fucked up, putting cuffs on your folks
Coincidental the Outlawz instrumental
And raising a thug nation, we influential!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
My mother ain't made no sucka
Raised in the gutta, I'm a made mutherfucker
All I know is get paid motherfucker
All day motherfucker, one way or another
And ain't no body nowhere that can stop me
Call me cocky, you tennis, I'm hockey
Mix a little bit of Pac and Yaki
With black Rocky and my pops who got me
Real talk, I never took a short
Unless it was support, I'm stressing, ain't my fault
And I walk these dogs, I'm a soldier
Don't you wanna be like me when you grow up?
A man of honor commer, good karma
Niggas wants drama, I got the problem solver
Big ass Cig, that's that shit
Plus the bully, that's a fully automatic!

[Chorus]