Mc Breed Comin Real Again Lyrics

Comin Real Again Lyrics

featuring  2Pac

[2Pac yelling] 

guess whos back 
guess whos back muthaf**ka,big ballin as* muthaf**kin breed 
givin you what ya need,yea,smokin a gang of weed 
hit them fools nigga 

[MC Breed] 

come one,come all 
niggas gettin the beat down 
retreat,peeps,feel the heat of the breed sound 
collect facts,then attack like im suppose to 
ya boys goin,aaahhhh,4 new niggas and them hoes too 
its me,that nigga who aint never got caught 
my mic is smooth as peppa,with a touch of salt 
eat a book of the mark as* niggas i broke 
cause big breed,can do ya why im smokin my dope,try to cope 
catch up as this sh*t 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 get a bigger rep 
the trigger finger straped, i wanna see another nigga step 
i play the cards,and you lost.mista gillagan 
the mighty mad,bad writers comin real again 

[2Pac yelling] 

buck buck muthaf**ka.right at your muthaf**kin ass. 
this sh*t too strong for a muthaf**kin vest. 
so watch your chest and your dome. 
leave breed the f**k alone. 
we sendin niggas to the f**kin cemetary. 

[breed] 

they got me thinkin.sittin in the hot spot. 
im straight up havin hard times wanting me a drop top. 
and a phat knot.i aint tryin to hear that 5-0 shit. 
im black,and i was born with a survival kit. 
aint sh*t to spit,in the beer that im drinkin 
i gotta get paid,i gotta get paid,and thats what a nigga be thinkin. 
you sleep hoes,im lookin in peep holes. 
in your 4head,run till your toes is numb,go test your broke head. 
breed got niggas on your back once again punk. 
told you aint no future in that shit,but you still front. 
when will they relize,i got the feel again, 
the mighty mad writers comin real again. 
 

[2pac yelling] 

buck buck bbbbbbbbbiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggg 
thats the motherf**kin sound as we f**kin mothaf**kas down. 
yea nigga,run but you count out race this motherf**kin bullet 
breed,pull it,they cant fade you boy. 

[breed] 

once mo,toe to toe,i dont think so 
bird sales,and knockin niggas out like ridick boe. 
you aint the play,you know the play well dont say shit. 
get'em,and find your as* gettin off the pathement 
wavin the shit, beggin niggas to just straight quit 
but f**k that,a hard head can get a niggas as* kicked 
i aint lettin up for none,son 
im comin real again. 

[2Pac yelling] 

yea motherf**ker how you wanna play this sh*t 
we can go toe to toe,glock for glock,block for block 
homie for muthaf**kin homie. 
but you muthaf**kers gonna feel this nigga this time. 
cause we aint comin back with that old bullshit. 
its too many muthaf**kin dead niggas,for me to be takin this here bullshit 
thata why theres muthaf**kers in the pin now nigga. 
so pull or quit that bullshit. cause i dont wanna hear that muthaf**kin crap. 
comin real again nigga, thought i told you muthaf**kers,i thought u knew 
its the muthaf**kin real sh*t muthaf**ka.100 percent athentic. 
type of sh*t you get chronic out to,know what im sayin? 
so do me a muthaf**kin fava,and light another muthaf**kin blunt. 
you know what im sayin?a blunt muthaf**ka.philly sytle. 
know what im sayin?chronic nigga. 
im talkin bout layed out,played out,phat f**kin funk. 
yea this that kinda sh*t we kickin in the 9 tre muthaf**ka. 
so all you muthaf**kin big ballin as* gangstas 
you put your muthaf**kin hand on ya gat. 
and if the police roll up and say turn it down,you burn it down muf**ka 
cause we comin real again. 19 nigga 3,boy,real again,and grabbin steel 
again.