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Who's Really Real?
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Finally, the artists they didn't want you to hear has finally arrived!!! Live from the streets of Dallas, TX, B-Eazy delivers his self-produced, debut CD BY ANY
Transforming a life-long dream into a living and breathing reality is the force that empowers the multi-talented, musical phenom Brenton B-Eazy Barge. At age 27 and hailing from the city of BIG D - Dallas, TX, his desire to conquer the music world is accompanied with a double-dosage formula uncommon in todays artists. Armed with a fiery, yet undeniable flow as an MC, coupled with versatile and unprecedented production talents, B-Eazy attempts to elevate the music scene in Dallas, leaving a blazing trail for others to follow!
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #719
Peak in subgenre #396
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B-EAZY
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2007 B-EAZY PRODUCTIONS
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May 02, 2009
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 3:14
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Produced by: B-Eazy Yeah, look/ I don’t think niggas really understand right now/ Barge House!/ I mean, niggas wanna test a nigga realness and shit/ Don’t take my kindness for weakness, nigga!/ Man, my nigga, everything I got, I motherfuckin’ got on my own, nigga!/ Part of the motherfuckin’ grind, nigga/ I can’t say the same for some niggas… [VERSE 1] Hate it or love it, I'm the realest nigga getting it/ If you envision different/ Then listen while I'm spittin this/ I wasn't born with silver spoons in my mouth/ In fact, I had platinum/ Cuz when in the womb I started stacking!/ Who other partner you know/ Stay steady making his doe?/ If you ain't bout getting them figures/ I ain't doing business wit ya/ Picture B with no cash/ Like Wilt C. with no ass/ Back off the plane, with no class/ Huh, yeah right, I'm havin that!/ Cash aside, hurt niggas pride/ Cuz I don't have no best friends/ I stay with clients & associates, shit/ Or those I'm gettin' doe wit/ T. Jones told me as a youngin' look I didn't like nobody holding me/ Imagine, now I'm older, what'll happen if you close to me!/ I see right thru you niggaz/ May you burn if you flirt with fire/ Acquire doe and live your life/ Yet learn to make your circle tighter/ Fire those who ain't riding with you/ And keep your shit official/ Get your doe, then get some mo'/ For sho, B-Eazy's riding with you… [HOOK] Who’s really real?/ So many squeal and steady claim that they trill/ The real soldiers out there dying on the battlefield Who’s really real?/ Is it determined by the niggas you shot?/ How many glocks you done popped?/ How many cars you copped? Who’s really real?/ It ain’t about where you from/ It’s how you come/ I don’t care about your past and what you done, nigga! Who’s really real? Some niggas flirt with death/ Fiending for wealth/ Look in the mirror, nigga/ Ask yourself…Who’s really real? [VERSE 2] We just had the deadliest day in Iraq/ So I called my brother/ Just to hear him talk back/ You'd think he'd be safe/ Stationed in S.C./ An A. F. Mechanic/ But with double-digits dying in chopper crashes, it's frantic/ God damn it!/ The death toll? Three-thousand/ Same number as the people died in New York/ This nigga, Bush is wildin'/ Yet smiling, while soldiers dying in a turf war/ But what for?/ Bush yelling out "Four"/ While wheeling 'round on a golf course/ Shit, and I'm from Texas, nigga!/ The only state executing more convicts than the Windy City's crime rate/ And nigga's dying everyday for cheese/ The same war up in these streets/ Is the same war they having overseas/ Don't get it twisted, that gangbangin' is real!/ The first nigga that showed me a gang sign got killed/ Few shots to the back of his head/ They watched his blood spill/ And for what? Another soldier lost in the field/ Who's really real? [HOOK] [VERSE 3] One man, one mind, few rhymes, new sound/ All I had to elevate Barge House off the ground/ What u thought?/ Niggas would support by showing me love?/ But all I got was fake hugs, soft daps and shrugs/ Look at that arrogant lil’ nigga thinking he running shit/ Popping shit about him heading the city/ The next P. Diddy/ On the road to riches with a vengeance like 50/ Stuck to his MP and his keyboard/ Like what the fuck is he on?/ “That lil nigga writes and produces his sounds?” (Cool)/ “Plus mixes them down and still shittin’ on clowns, too?” “Nah, he could never make it”/ Too long I felt the hatred/ My flow declared the greatest/ Yet you steady hating this?/ I went against the grain/ Gained little game from J/ Yet, similiar to Jay - I'ma do it my way!/ Stay regional if you may/ And watch me skate off to the top blowing paper in 50 states, I'm gone! Copyright 2007 B-Eazy Productions. Barge House Music Publishing. Lyrics reprinted with permission. All Rights Reserved.
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