big h – face it lyrics
[intro]
all the real n-ggas, yeah
i ain’t even reppin’
f-ck a endz, this just for real n-ggas
yeah
big h, i run these f-cking streets
[verse 1]
my cats pipe sniff o’s on a night shift
f-ck a skunk zoot, nah they want a white spliff
sh-t i don’t spit, nah man, i flip the c0ke
so you won’t see me for less than a fifty note
sh-t that ain’t even deep that’s just vocals
the real h got cats od’ing on snowb-lls
f-ck you criminals, i’m the real convict
that will get your ribcage sprayed and your lungs hit
cus i’m oldschool, f-ck a phonecall
my man there got the chrome, yo, so it’s cool
we dig graves and hide bodies in alleyways
so you’ll get reported, missing like you ran away
cus i quick draw any time i see war
leave bullets jammed in your head like a ?
cus this a mean team, sh-t i’m a supreme being
come rounds the ends drop a psalms on each beam
and i don’t wifey chicks, sh-t i just pimp the b-tch
have her sell herself on three different f-cking strips
sh-t, imagine me being p-ssy whipped
and i don’t wanna settle down i wanna push a whip
d-mn, how can i get caught in domestics
when i serve fiends from selby to prestwich
all my crack houses become rat infested
so i’ve gotta watch out for those fiends getting arrested
[hook]
face it, you’re never gonna win or make it
man, face it, you never been on the wing on basic
just face it, you’re not from the street you faking
man, face it, you’re not gonna be just hating
face it, you’re never gonna win or make it
man, face it, you never been on the wing on basic
just face it, you’re not from the street you faking
man, face it, all you are fake
what the f-ck, man
[verse 2]
red dot on the glock, nah laserbeam
you be standing all shocked when i spray your team
i got fiends that make up mad machine
hide the crack, f-ck trying to cap the greens
you man still waiting on the draw
i moved like all the food, now i’m getting sore
my instincts alone brought me on the raw
heard guys out in country getting 40 on a score
what man trying to take? throw away that eighth
you need keys up in this b-tch just to be safe
i ain’t gonna be that n-gga there dead broke
cus i keep on flippin’, chippin’ the best c0ke
yo, god forbid the way i give rocks to kids
take off head tops and wigs
you don’t really wanna f-ck with bigs
i got chicks on the side that will link man to spray your ribs
meridian’s the monarchy, h his majesty
throw me on the cross it won’t even be blasphemy
shoot you in the face, that ain’t even a tragedy
man i move bare food, the whole ends is mad at me
deep in the sh-t, you n-ggas just affiliated
on the real streets you’ll get eliminated
i don’t talk much, might get incriminated
sh-t, i just deal with beef before it gets instigated
[hook]
[outro]
yeah, man, h
big h, representing
get what i’m saying
all selby, meridian
all the real n-ggas behind the bars, you know what i’m sayin’
bossman, pablo, president t, all meridian heads, yeah
the real n-ggas the one you never see, the ones not in the spotlight
what the f-ck, man, i don’t even talk much, f-ck a outro
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