Aiyo, INS, yo, these niggas real stupid, again Nigga, you what it is, nigga How you gonna stop the real, It's impossible Nigga, fuck is wrong with you Is you stupid or something, go
Aiyo, go against House Gang and the war In the streets we ain't asking who you for Wave my have you faggot niggas hugging the floor Scarface, shower scene, angel and the chainsaw
hit your car, tear your frame off Beef got you like the faggot niggas in steak sauce What you think I bought all these lions and for Shotgun pele timey, dumping your boy
Baby, it's a jungle, I got animal for estate cards, plus keeping my safe full La Banga, Cash, I'm catching a case for Duct your face, then, empty your safe off
Soldiers got more than 8 balls, you just a back the front line with handoffs Carlton Fisk, for the stand off Five hundred grams, half a man, watch me get man off
Real shit, we trying to get a mil Son try and block the shots, right after the clip Click, go and get your Crews, squads, bring 'em I'm so soulful, flow a singer do
So love me, I live like a swinger too Niggas to play in the game I brought some ringers Go ahead, say my name, the type to for drama I snatch your chain, out your body armor
My like Jeffrey Dahmer, I eat niggas You running with rappers, I get money with niggas I put to leech niggas, gasoline homey with cheap liquor Burn see the picture
C.S.I., S.I. retire in peace La, cut 'em like a pizza pie I need paper, cop cars, I even drive I am not a rapper, nah, I even rhyme
Just speak true life stories, that's on So I use these fake ass rappers like they was put in work, no W-2's So I don't taxes, I just hustle my way through
I'm the real, I'm the real, I'm the real, I'm the real,
I'm the real, I'm the real, I'm the real, I'm the real,
with the struggle, used to hustle for crums Filling blunts in the front, thugging for ones clips fly, nicks, dimes, something to pump Whole clips fly, whips, dimes, to son
City boy on the corner, I was so So the drama, I embraced it with arms I'm trying to shake the fame, I can break the chain the same, who am I to make it change
When my niggas it all just to play the game And the youngings going through it, trying to play the Through the rain, the fire, handcuffed by desire Cynthia son, me for the sins that I've done
I'm the real, I'm the real, I'm the real, I'm the real,
the real, really? You only feel me if you the same road Talk the code dwelling in the hell, and find a time to make a home The few who escaped with to find a safer zone
I ain't waiting for Obama, never him, I'm proud of him He real, he'll spend a couple mil' in the then is believing, my vision is blurred 'Cuz I seen nothing I heard, really nothing but words
The line, I'm still stuck to the curb Sky high but it wasn't the sherm, nothing but herbs I risk it all for the Even if it's war with the law, I won't
I can't, won't, don't stop, I ain't got an off Dying trying to live it, just to get a part of it My squad is type that you don't want problems with Rolling like seventy mack trucks, stopping it?
I'm the real, I'm the real, I'm the real, I'm the real,
I'm the real, I'm the real, I'm the real, I'm the real,
You gots to be kidding my niggas, I worked too too long, I'm standing on my own two