Return Of The Real

Yo, whats up with all these niggas
On these muthafuckin records talkin all this bullshit
I aint tryin to hear that shit, man
These bitches aint players, man
Peace to my street niggas movin that weight
Much love to my comrades whos out in upstate
Mad connections from the bottom to the top of the game
Street fame,
I got much thats in touch with my name
Got a overload of guns to unload on a lame nigga trippin
Wake up my posse, interrup the
Rémy sippin
Four in your back and keep bailin
Listen to the
HK wailin and your vital signs failin
Everyone that ever met me knows
I work bitches like niggas, pimp niggas like hoes
Command a mack thats immaculate, your girls naked
You think she aint been hit, kid yo, you best to check it
For ten years
I been connected to the top of this
Hold your breath, kid,
Im never droppin this
Too busy rollin off them fat chrome rims
And niggas who trip get sung hymns
We crash clubs and security shits
Cause they know they got size but they know we keep clips
Crazy muthafuckas lickin shots in doors
Leavin suckers bodies bleedin over nightclub floors
You dont want none, son, stay gone
Break north when
I come and you might live long
Yeah, my face kickin treble, youre just a pebble
Youre gettin rocked, yo ,
E, cock the glock
And let these niggas know, yo, that the west dont play none
Fire shoots out of my strap like a ray-gun
You broke ill and you cold fucked up
Now youre bleedin through your fingers while youre holdin your gut
So get your money how you want to, friend
But when its time to count the chips only the real will win
The game of life is only fake and true
But its all about the dollars when the day is through
Get your money how you want to, friend
But when its time to count the chips only the real will win
The game of life is only fake and true
But its all about the dollars when the day is through
Its the return of the real
Return of the real
I go deep into the street lifes anatomy
A nigga take me out, yo, what a upset thatd be
And if I fall
I fall on cushions, [Incomprehensible]
Hittin niggas up with the tec and watch the blood gushin
I see your videos, a 100 niggas in it you dont know
Framed in the lens , bought friends
Who really got your back, nigga, check it out
You really possess like zero street clout
The only place youre safe is in the studio
Yellin in the mic, youse a bitch , thats right
I take a nigga like you and make him prostitute cute
So what you got a gun, punk, youre scared to shoot
You front hardcore, but
I dont feel ya
Kids from my hoodll take your punk ass and peel ya
Let me check my
Rolex quick because times money
Squintin from the pavet face because its kinda sunny
Skinnin the top back, flossin the rag and the thing
Feelin the sun, backin off of my pinky ring
Hittin the
Shaw with my niggas and clown
Lift the ass, hit the switch, raise the front off the ground
But most of the time you cant see a nigga
Deep in the archives parlayin new ways to get my bank bigger
So get your money how you want to, friend
But when its time to count the chips only the real will win
The game of life is only fake and true
But its all about the dollars when the day is through
So get your money how you want to, friend
But when its time to count the chips only the real will win
The game of life is only fake and true
But its all about the dollars when the day is through
Its the return of the real