笨小笨Real Reason歌词由EST Gee演唱，出自专辑《Bigger Than Life Or Death》，下面是《Real Reason》完整版歌词！
Real Reason歌词完整版
Real Reason - EST Gee
Lyrics by：George Stone III/Rai'Shaun Williams
Composed by：George Stone III/Rai'Shaun Williams
Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf**ker up
This the real reason why I think them n***as hatin' on me
I'm the one who make sure that that t-shirt get a face on it
I was servin' quarters
Turned to fifteen
Put an eight on it
You know I control my hood from Newburg Road to Naomi
I'm the one put platinum hits on opps
I put that Drac' on 'em
All them murders in my city
Police put my face on 'em
My heart full of slime
So they know I'll snake a fake homie
They post me online just for insurance
They put the jakes on me
Once you cross that line
It's a short time before you fly
From the island
I throw 55
Red Zone 'til I die
We face-to-face
You couldn't even look me in my eyes
N***a soft as pie
We load up and slide
Wait 'til he come outside
Show the sky
My whole life
I had it on my mind to make a million
I ain't need no n***a to help me wrap and send it
Just my sealer
They scared of me
Not scared for me
'Cause they know that I'm a thriller
Ain't no better feeling hoppin' out that whip and chasin' n***as
Ain't no better feeling thumbin' through that skrilla with some killers
It's like wakin' up and seein' the realest when you look in the mirror
This s**t mimic gettin' that call from shippers sayin' it's delivered
Or gettin' that call from lil' bro spinnin' say he ain't miss him
That he finished
War ain't civil
Better keep your pistol
I'ma make 'em miss you
Light a candle at the spot we hit you
Teddy bears and pictures
This the real reason why I think them n***as hatin' on me
I'm the one who make sure that that t-shirt get a face on it
I was servin' quarters
Turned to fifteen
Put an eight on it
You know I control my hood from Newburg Road to Naomi
I'm the one put platinum hits on opps
I put that Drac' on 'em
All them murders in my city
Police put my face on 'em
My heart full of slime
So they know I'll snake a fake homie
They post me online just for insurance
They put the jakes on me
You learn a lesson
I can teach you somethin'
Hope you see it comin'
Don't trust nothin'
Keep your yeek for comfort
They was screamin'
Woofin'
'Til I took a look
It wasn't nothin'
Sticks ain't s**t unless you seize the drummer
We all move as one to keep our weakness covered
N***a play
We dump 'em
Now I wonder what make n***as flaw
Why they wish me harm
When they switched
It ain't make me alarmed
7 62 park cars
I don't flinch 'cause I ain't scared at all
I only fear God
Chopper lettin' off like round of applause
Turn you to a star
I been hurt
So I keep up my guard
Bein' this way got me far
Before MacGyver died
He broke all of our hearts
DM big bro broad
He felt shame and he start backin' off
This just from us far
Should've kept us close
They wet his car
Thought it hurt
But I side with my dog
Red been cut him off
Red been cut him off
Red had been cut him off
Yeah
And that's the real reason why I think these n***as be hatin' on me
I'ma get him a t-shirt
Get a face on it
