Artist: Cappadonna
Album:  n/a
Song:   4 Real Tho
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Cappadonna]
I get down for mine, from the ghetto, I don't eat no swine
My name original Tazeen, been going through it ever since I stepped on scene
I knew about the struggle, I knew about the drugs
How to flip that double, I stayed in trouble, I was locked up
And had carrot cake on the juggle, I'm not better than you
Sometimes I smoke a little weed and got better than you
Trying to change my predicament though
Turn my God given talent to the big dough
Spread truth when I step up in the booth
Tell 'em how I took shits on the roof
Broke windows and burnt doorbells, as a youth
I'm not perfect, but I'm not trying to live a life that's worthless
I want a two car garage and a big phat house
For all of my peoples, luck that ran out
That's the same people you meet coming up
Same people you meet coming down
And I hate to see the homeless laying in the ground
Poor folks without food, Islam, they got me in a good mood
While you infedels eat bite with a writing
I hit you in the head like lighting, it's so exciting
Now how you judge me, never stop me or budge me
God never like ugly
Your money and your pride, and try to bug me
My hood used to love me, but they hate it, when I made it
And that's foul how they played it
When you on top, everybody want you back on the block
When you don't have jack, good friends keep turning they back
So glad that I learned from that
It's something ya'll can learn from Cap
I help put the Wu on the map, now I'm back on the grind
New and improved, and I'm still in the hood
Muthafucka, everywhere that I move
And I'm getting my food, one album to the next