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The saga continues...

All of you who believe in the real gangsta shit,
cause when it comes to the niggaz,
it the shit they're much harder to deal with.

Yeah, the laws in this motherfucker,
Mafia for life, down with the real niggaz 4 life.
Ha-ha, yo sweet-talk, tell 'em what the fuck we're for...

I write ya, USE, Compton, Watts, The Wood,
all across the USA.
They know I'm through the valley of real niggaz,
I should no man on the motherfucking planet, hit me one.
Cause I've to the mountain top y'all,
and I have seeing through the eyes of a real nigga.

Yo, what you think about the real 187?

Yo, they make some of the coooooolest shit I had heard,

Yo, when we came, G, I gave it up,
to the ruthless gangstas.
no man...

...because shit man yourself,
time to put the world at man.
Me not seeing bobba-clot mobbing to see a run,
bob-bob-bob-bob-bob, Babylon on the run, see...

The real niggaz is back, cause there's to bullshit records out,
niggaz it for what we put out.
But you have to wait no longer,
because the new album is out and the shit is stronger.
So many groups three albums or more,
and their weak-ass is still sitting in the record-store.
They why it never sold,
niggaz rapping since the seventies and never went gold.
Our first sold two million copies,
that's you other motherfuckers are sloppy.
You came out the streets and over,
and after that your career is over.
Because after that not around,
so the fuck up, and witness the sound of some real niggaz.

Yeah, motherfucker.
keeping all you busters on the run in ninety-one, kick shit Ren.

Most can't understand,
and never will if they ain't of the ruthless Mafia-clan.
is dedicated to the streets,
with hyped lyrics and a dope ass beat.
The songs never come soft, because I come off,
so don't get in my way or motherfucker be cut off.
And something you can move your lips to,
to wrap around my and suck if it fits you.
And let me now if you ride the D-I-C-K,
all day that's no play.
ain't no rap group out, that I know,
that makes me listen to the radio.
All I hear is motherfuckers trying to a comeback with lovesongs,
and shit is whack.
And why your ass ain't around,
cause you don't have the sound of a real nigga.