| Song | Comin' Real Again |
| Artist | MC Breed |
| Album | The New Breed |
| 作词 : Breed, DOC | |
| guess whos 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 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 ass niggas i broke | |
| cause big breed,can do ya why im smokin my dope,try to 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 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 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 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 shit 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 motherfuckin sound as we fuckin mothafuckas down. | |
| yea nigga,run but you count out race this motherfuckin bullet | |
| breed,pull it,they cant fade you boy. | |
| [breed] | |
| once mo,toe to toe,i don't 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 ass gettin off the pathement | |
| wavin the shit, beggin niggas to just straight quit | |
| but fuck that,a hard head can get a niggas ass kicked | |
| i aint lettin up for none,son | |
| im comin real again. | |
| [2Pac yelling] | |
| yea motherfucker how you wanna play this shit | |
| we can go toe to toe,glock for glock,block for block | |
| homie for muthafuckin homie. | |
| but you muthafuckers gonna feel this nigga this time. | |
| cause we aint comin back with that old bullshit. | |
| its too many muthafuckin dead niggas,for me to be takin this here bullshit | |
| thata why theres muthafuckers in the pin now nigga. | |
| so pull or quit that bullshit. cause i dont wanna hear that muthafuckin crap. | |
| comin real again nigga, thought i told you muthafuckers,i thought u knew | |
| its the muthafuckin real shit muthafucka.100 percent athentic. | |
| type of shit you get chronic out to,know what im sayin? | |
| so do me a muthafuckin fava,and light another muthafuckin blunt. | |
| you know what im sayin?a blunt muthafucka.philly sytle. | |
| know what im sayin?chronic nigga. | |
| im talkin bout layed out,played out,phat fuckin funk. | |
| yea this that kinda shit we kickin in the 9 tre muthafucka. | |
| so all you muthafuckin big ballin ass gangstas | |
| you put your muthafuckin hand on ya gat. | |
| and if the police roll up and say turn it down,you burn it down mufucka | |
| cause we comin real again. 19 nigga 3,boy,real again,and grabbin steel | |
| again. |
| zuò cí : Breed, DOC | |
| guess whos 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 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 ass niggas i broke | |
| cause big breed, can do ya why im smokin my dope, try to 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 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 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 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 50 shit. | |
| im black, and i was born with a survival kit. | |
| aint shit 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 motherfuckin sound as we fuckin mothafuckas down. | |
| yea nigga, run but you count out race this motherfuckin bullet | |
| breed, pull it, they cant fade you boy. | |
| breed | |
| once mo, toe to toe, i don' t 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 ass gettin off the pathement | |
| wavin the shit, beggin niggas to just straight quit | |
| but fuck that, a hard head can get a niggas ass kicked | |
| i aint lettin up for none, son | |
| im comin real again. | |
| [2Pac yelling] | |
| yea motherfucker how you wanna play this shit | |
| we can go toe to toe, glock for glock, block for block | |
| homie for muthafuckin homie. | |
| but you muthafuckers gonna feel this nigga this time. | |
| cause we aint comin back with that old bullshit. | |
| its too many muthafuckin dead niggas, for me to be takin this here bullshit | |
| thata why theres muthafuckers in the pin now nigga. | |
| so pull or quit that bullshit. cause i dont wanna hear that muthafuckin crap. | |
| comin real again nigga, thought i told you muthafuckers, i thought u knew | |
| its the muthafuckin real shit muthafucka. 100 percent athentic. | |
| type of shit you get chronic out to, know what im sayin? | |
| so do me a muthafuckin fava, and light another muthafuckin blunt. | |
| you know what im sayin? a blunt muthafucka. philly sytle. | |
| know what im sayin? chronic nigga. | |
| im talkin bout layed out, played out, phat fuckin funk. | |
| yea this that kinda shit we kickin in the 9 tre muthafucka. | |
| so all you muthafuckin big ballin ass gangstas | |
| you put your muthafuckin hand on ya gat. | |
| and if the police roll up and say turn it down, you burn it down mufucka | |
| cause we comin real again. 19 nigga 3, boy, real again, and grabbin steel | |
| again. |