Lyrics To The Song “Real Talk(Posted On The Block)” By Point
One From The Album “Rythmic African Poetry” Written By Justin David Myers
(Ascap)In 2006, Published By Capone Dub
Entertainment (Ascap) ©2012
(Chorus)
“Posted On This Block With The Hustlers And Killas Real
Talk,
Where We Wheel And Deal To Make Money,
Stack Figga’s, Real Rock’s,
Nigga’s Start Out Poppen Bustars,
Suckas End In Bodies Dropped,
We On The Street So When The Police Knock Us,
Its Real Rough,
Not Slippin On This Grip Homie,
We Gon’ Keep Our Heads High,
Where Every Partner Lives Suicidal,
Or They Night Ryde,
We Stay Speakin’ On This Paper,
Or Emotions Laughen,
Cuz The Pain We Stays, Hear’s Feel’s Treal,
And Speak Real Talk
(Verse 1)
We Was Sixteen As Niggas Trapped In The Street,
Try To Look To God,
Say That We Steady Pushin’ Servin’ That D,
On The Streets As Young Playa’s,
We Had Our Hand Steady Holdin’ A Piece,
Looks Deceive,
Under Age Ten Livin’ Lyfe,
Trappin’ With Real G’S,
Playin’ Bone’s With Fellons, And Ex Con’s,
Grew Up Lookin’ Up To Them Thugs,
Flat Lyne’s In The Emergency Room, Is ‘Bout All We Knew That
Lyfe Was,
Look Up At The Sky,
Realize All The Cry’s,
It Hurts Inside,
Momma Im,
Sorry I,
Homicide,
While The Base Hit’s,
Tweeter’s Kick,
And All Our Green Split’s,
Smoke It Up!!!!
(Verse 2)
Peaople Bout To Die,
So Prey To God To Stay Alive,
Six Feet Deep Under Dirt,
In A Casket,
Is Where We Arrive,
Tear’s Fallin’ Down All Our Eye’s,
We Hide Um Cuz All The Cry’s,
Here’s The Cry’s Of Lyfe,
Another Street Soldier Done Payed The Price,
Currency Wrapped In Rubber Bands,
A Hundred Grand
Leaves Sweaty Palms,
Lyfe Incarceration’s What Were Facin’,
Use To Been A Dubb,
The D-A’S Hatin’,
Fuck Probation,
Shorty Could Have Been The,
Perfect Picture Of
Perfection,
Through All The Liquor Drunkin’ Out,
And The Pain In All Our Direction,
(Bridge)
Now Look Main,
Lyfe Aint This Mother Fuckin’ Good,
You Need To Change Your Shit,
Through All The Murders,
Through All The Drugs,
Through Everything You’ve Been Thru,
It Aint As Important As Your Family And Your Lyfe Is Man,
Cuz One Day,
You Gonna End Up Getting Put In The Ground,
And You Gonna Be Looking Up From That Casket,
And You Gonna Say Damn!!!,
How’d The Fuck I Get Here,
And You Gonna Be
Looking Down From The Clouds,
And You Gonna Be Saying,
Damn Nigga You Should Have Changed Your Lyfe When You Heard
That Shit,
So Stop Playing Main,
Change That Shit,
It Aint As Important As You Think It Is,
Or You Can Just Go Get You A Gun And Shut The Fuck Up!!!!
(Chorus)
Posted On This Block With The Hustlers And Killas Real Talk,
Where We Wheel And Deal To Make Money,
Stack Figga’s, Real Rock’s,
Nigga’s Start Out Poppen Bustars,
Suckas End In Bodies Dropped,
We On The Street So When The Police Knock Us,
Its Real Rough,
Not Slippin On This Grip Homie,
We Gon’ Keep Our Heads High,
Where Every Partner Lives Suicidal,
Or They Night Ryde,
We Stay Speakin’ On This Paper,
Or Emotions Laughen,
Cuz The Pain We Stays, Hear’s Feel’s Treal,
And Speak Real Talk…..
(Outro)
Posted On This Block,
Posted,
Posted On This Block,
Posted,
Posted On This Block,
Posted,
Posted On This Block,
Posted On This Block,
Posted,
Posted On This Block,
Posted,
Posted On This Block,
Posted,
Posted On This Block,
It’s Real
Talk!!!!!!”
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©2012 (P)Capone Dub Entertainment (Ascap)
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