Reality

[Verse 1: A.G.]

Ev'[ery]body wan' be Mike - nobody wan' be [?]Starks[?]

Niggers wan' [to] be Pac - Nobody wan'[ts to] get shot

We all want Heaven - Nobody wan'[ts to be] dead

We all get money - nobody wanna see the feds

Nobody wanna see the state - Niggers is straight buns

I heard he was snitchin' - all he was gettin' was 8 months

Say one line and walk away wit' her

Play with her - tray spitter - They say A' is the

Champ. Wanna shot? Can't wait nigga

Undisputed. A shame my longues [are] poluted

The nut cracker make me fuck faster

She love the way the sweat drip - never known the set trip

I read Kris, he set the Bronx on the map

And I love it when I see Big L['s] face on a plac

Right there on the wall, next to main attrac'

King of the city - gotta say Biggie was that (B. I. G.)

[Hook, A.G.]

You can't go up, without being down

Life wouldn't be special if we ain't have to die

Wouldn't care 'bout money if you ain't grow up poor

The reality - there's no triumf without tragedy

You couldn't feel love if you ain't feel hate

And you couldn't be big if you don't start off small

I wouldn't be the best if y'all wasn't the worst

The reality - there's no triumf without tragedy

[Verse 2: A.G.]

They say the crown left town and it lives down south

I see it as our baby growing - come on, they be knowing

New York is the city of dreams, I had a wet one

The king is dead, everybody searching for the next one

Searching for the next Pun - Looking for the next Run

DMC, we mc, hoping success come

Everybody want joy - nobody want pain

Everybody wanna shine - nobody wanna see the rain

But the nigga in the rain, is true to the game

Using his brain - You should start doing the same

And I ain't never sell crack, and I never shot the neener

I never been the type to tell on myself, either (ha, ha)

I'm unexplanable. Come close, endanger you

Bring words to live - Come alive and strangle you

Niggers wanna be [?]tooky[?] Nobody want the penalty

Wanna be remembered - Nobody wanna be a memory

Some of these niggers probably get shot intentionally

For exposure. Trial of the century

Everybody's Hollywood - shoes and slacks

Nobody keep it hood, so we gotta bring it back

Niggas want fame - Nobody wanna pay the price

Get famous off me - you gon' pay with your life

E’[very]body want love - nobody want commitment

They all sound the same, nobody wanna be different

[Hook, A.G.]