paroles de chanson A Real Way (feat. Hard Target) - Hurracane feat. Hard Target

In a real way, I've been at this shit all day
All hard work, no pain
Things move when I say it
In a real way, I've been at this shit all day
All hard work, no pain
Things move when I say it
Yeah

I am a motherfucking boss (boss)
Being that way since the first day (yo!)
I don't get no time off (no)
Even if it was on a Sunday, I came to the game on the one way
All gas, no brakes on the pavement
No swerve from a walked up alignment
When I see the finish line, I'm going to make it

I do not like these niggas, so I don't like these niggas
But I act like a nigga, but that nigga act like he want to fight with triggers
I don't need no motherfucking shooters
I can light a nigga up from the rooter to the tutor
Red eye on him, heavy knock it at his noodle
Put some hoes in his body, leave a nigga look and see through it

Red light, green light, go (yeah)
I don't want to talk no more (yeah)
I don't want to talk about your feelings and your children
I don't want to keep us getting more dough
And you will not impede the process
I'm a diver, go get it like Loch Ness
Want to turn a good game to a hot mess
Leave a nigga's landlocked with a hot chest

I don't want to go back and forth from a head down
Let it go straight for the door
I'm about action, never pass up a course
On test day, hurricane passing the course

I want to go fast like a Porsche
Nine-11, Nine-11, better to the better
Put my life on the line like I'm building with the devil
Oh, pushing like a whistle, blowing on a T-cannon

Screaming on the track like I'm Ric Flair
Showing love to my people like a care bear
Fuck a hater, nigga, tell them that I don't care
In a real way, I'm nowhere that it ain't fair

Real nigga, check one, two, one, two
You the one that be the one that I put a gun to
Throw a book at a nigga like Sun Tzu
This is the order, boy, and I will hunt you

I'ma make shit move when I say so
Mo shit in the shape like Play-Doh
Hop on a nigga's head like a Kango
End up at the game, roll it like Pete Rose

You throw hard, go hard, play hardball
Never take a fucking break, up a phone call
No room for this shit, like a bookstore
5'9", but I move like a two-talk

In a real way, I've been at this shit all day
All hard work, no pain
Things move when I say it
In a real way, I've been at this shit all day
All hard work, no pain
Things move when I say it

Yo, tell me you rappin' it best (rappin' it best)
You can just have it, you're blessed (you're blessed)
I hope that it had up the checks (had up the checks)
Or maybe you're actually next (actually next)

I notice you tryin' to dunk (tryin' to dunk)
You end up just trappin' the neck (trappin' the neck)
But act like a faggot, I'm grabbin' a mannequin bed
I'ma flatten your chest

Fuckin' ass (fuckin' ass), your talk's cheap (your talk's cheap)
Yeah, I'm fuckin' the game (game), I'm bounced deep
You say you harbor what's a pellet to some concrete
I'll whip that ass to the tempo, on beat (damn)

Haters are mad (mad), my money is straight (straight)
You workin' a job (job), you show up at eight
Tell me a word (tell me a word), what's the prop you came
Bitch, I ain't hustle for all that I got, ain't got no one to date

Grindin' on the ground since way back, yeah (way back, yeah)
Working overtime for a paycheck, yeah (paycheck, yeah)
But you've been online with a hater (hater)
Damn, damn, man, what's your plan?

Got another rap song with your homeboy (homeboy)
Or your bitch out working in your homeboy (homeboy)
Why you looking like a little old?
What's the word I'm thinking about?
I should leave the game alone, boy

Hangin' bed to the bone
Kiss my ass, where's my throne?
Don't be mad, get your bag
And a big Omega hits your dome, dome

In a real way, I've been at this shit all day
All hard work, no pain
Things move when I say it
In a real way, I've been at this shit all day
All hard work, no pain
Things move when I say it