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The saga continues...

All of you who don't believe in the real shit,
cause it comes to the real niggaz,
it makes the shit they're much harder to with.

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

I write ya, USE, Compton, Watts, The Wood,
all across the USA.
know I'm walking 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 been through the eyes of a real nigga.

Yo, what you think about the real niggaz

Yo, they some of the coooooolest shit I had never heard,

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

...because you're man yourself,
to put the world at yourself man.
Me not seeing bobba-clot to see a pussy-clot run,
bob-bob-bob-bob-bob, Babylon on the run, see...

The niggaz is back, cause there's to many bullshit records out,
niggaz beat it for we put out.
But you don't have to no longer,
because the new is out and the shit is much stronger.
So many groups three albums or more,
and their weak-ass is still sitting in the record-store.
They wonder why it sold,
niggaz rapping the seventies and still never went gold.
Our first sold two million copies,
that's because you other are sloppy.
You came out the streets and over,
and after your career is fucking over.
Because after that not around,
so shut the fuck up, and witness the sound of 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 part of the ruthless Mafia-clan.
is dedicated to the streets,
with fucking lyrics and a dope ass beat.
The songs will never come soft, because I off,
so don't get in my way or you'll be cut off.
And it's something you can 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.
Cause ain't no rap group out, I know,
that makes me wanna to the radio.
All I hear is motherfuckers to make a comeback with lovesongs,
and that is whack.
And why your ass ain't around,
you don't have the motherfucking sound of a real nigga.