Comin Real Again MC Breed (Ft. 2Pac)

[Intro: 2Pac]
Guess who's back
Guess who's back muthafucka, big ballin' ass muthafuckin' Breed
Givin' you what ya need, yeah, smokin' a gang of weed
Hit them fools, nigga

[Verse 1: MC Breed]
Come one, come all
Niggas get the beat down
Retreat, creep or feel the heat of the Breed sound
Collect facts, then attack like I'm s'pposed to
Ya boy's goin' left on niggas and them hoes too
It's me, that nigga who ain't never got caught
My mic is wounded, I'ma test it with a touch of salt
Keep a book of the mark ass niggas I broke
'Cause big Breed, can do ya while I'm smokin' my dope, and tryin' cope
Catch up as this shit gets mental
This chronic got me workin' my brain, I need a pencil
So I can shake and change the style
But in the meanwhile, mainenterain the crowd
Make moves to improve, so I can build a bigger rep
The trigger finger strapped, I wanna see another nigga step
I play the cards, lost by your dingy Mista Gilligan
The mighty mad writer's straight-up comin' real again

[Interlude: 2Pac]
Buck buck muthafucka
Right at your muthafuckin' ass
This shit too strong for a muthafuckin' vest
So watch your chest and your dome
Leave Breed the fuck alone
We sendin' niggas to the fuckin' cemetery