Tradução: Diamante. Usted no puede Frente (mierda es real).
shit is real (You can't front) Yo, you know the shit is real (You can't front, Jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (You can't front) [Diamond] Ayo I'
cocked and ready 'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin' and rock you steady Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real Your homeboys from
The for realness of the man You can't shake the man when you feel the man you know the man And you gotta call yourself because you are that man [2Pac
fittin' to introduce you to the old me You walk in, explode it and leave reload You don't like a record nigga - buck you, blow me But you will respect
to me [Lady Levi] Oh, you tink life is yours? Life ain't na somethin you can rap with Ooh come na ordinary game Da game na somethin you can rap with
with my New York stitch My chick bangin don't you see my New York bitch Yeah! I'm on my New York shit You niggaz know we deserve the props we get Ridin
the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi Am I, gon' run or stay, can I get away no you can't can't I surrendi? And I, lazy bop, Mercedes hot In my
diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real
Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack Shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll
a lost soul (word, they can't fight) Herb raps, word up son (they can't fight this) Knowhatimsayin? Gotta run through this at all times You hear me, (
Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Thought you was a tough guy? {*BOOM!*} When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now (A top dollar biller
police with you dog, if you came to repo I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores We throw our money round here, but y'all can? [T-Pain - Chorus
in the ghetto puts you on Death Row You don't know? You seen they tried to do Assata Until some real niggas organized themselves and went and got her
, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let you ass talk Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt Stop
diamonds on my neck, diamonds, diamonds on my neck bitch niggers front on me if you want, we got swimmers on the deck put your hands here, over a bitch, the bitch ain't
Snoop I ain't lying I shoot, you don't need signs for proof Turn you to a vegetable like you lining soup And when I'm in the booth, bitch, the lion is
'm a celebration Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut Young Money running shit and you niggas
