Comin Real Again

[2Pac yelling] Guess who's back Guess whos' back muthafucka, big ballin' ass muthafuckin' Breed Givin' you what ya need, yea, smokin' a gang of weed Hit them fools nigga [MC Breed] 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 suppose to Ya boy's goin', lef', 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, try an' 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 build a bigger rep The trigger finger strapped, I wanna see another nigga step I play the cards, lost by your dingy mista Gillagan The mighty mad writer's straight up Comin' Real Again [2Pac yelling] 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 [Breed] 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 peep holes In your forehead. Run till 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 [2pac yelling] Buck buck biiinnng That's the motherfuckin' sound as we buckin' mothafuckas down Yea nigga, run but you count out race this motherfuckin' bullet Breed, pull it. They can't fade you boy [Breed] 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 I'm Comin' Real Again [2Pac yelling] Yea 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 pin 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. 100 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 Yea 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'