a crack house bored Blackout cause I was paranoid, he enjoys what I avoid The courts, ah bowl ah, crooks 'Cause bitches want the money on ya books Destroy
got my friends, bet I got my dog, bet I got my Bone, yeah. We straight up killas, we're realer. We just want the money, y'all hate us. We don't deserve
on the daily mission Keep your distance from the flames Maybe you can survive, forever and a day Hell, yeah, got me flippin' in the North Coast Remember me, the crook who wrote the book
cause they see the cash/ I'm a buy the bar, hit the floor/ Stackin' up the club, cause I'm blazin' droll/ I'm a do it real big till I'm faded, yo/ And
I am what I am the Fifth Dawg It?s all good, Paper paper for the whole hood Tell ?em I got dibs on this and kids in this (You real as, real as shit)
, because if ya don't, I think you need to start answering the action, because what I'm bout to say is just real, it's too real, like me and my thugs,
right everybody knows im a G, im what you niggas are supposed to be, burn rubber right after i burn a fuck nigga, fuck all yall fuck niggas i got a black book
I keep the strong rhymes runnin' My shit don't switch, I'm 10 years in and ain't changed one bit It's all about the real, nigga, I keeps it real, nigga
wheelchair He's still, his quill there, he gets killed there If it's left up to me I'll bury em They got a nigga livin in a sanitarium A real thief goes by the book
with wifey Come out to play with the hard-headed, infamous song torture Crack your knuckles, buckle up your pants tight Pull your hats down, let's get it on like papi bar fights My spiral book
Mary Lue's had a baby someone else decapitated The drama of the world shouldn't keep us so frustrated I look, but it doesn't coincide with my books Social
rats that want chips For the stick-up kids creepin' with they pump's ripped For lil' shorty with his rhyme books Black girls going to school, carryin' like 9 books
wheels Bitch you plastic your girls is plastic Aint it hot out here? The sun don't melt yall asses? The place you bought your nose, they showed you a book
dream, a wonderful dream, papa All about June in the Orpheum circuit Gimme a chance and I know I can work it I had a dream, just as real as can be,
s a Jungle out there but I'm never Fever-in for them white hoes I love black thighs, you sisters better realize The real hair and real eyes get real
feel it in your chest Your B I, feel it in her breasts Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced We lick off lyrics in the streets and real
in the two Niggas from the north I'm bringing you tracks and good news My debut was real to the blind industry minds Who never had the time Now kids press