Strictly Hip Hop

B-Real:

I neva rapped on an RandB record, and I neva will,

I got these phoney mutha******as, talk about lets keep it real,

But, they don't know how to take they own advi******t,

Going out, do it solo on an adverti******t, comecializing

******' sell out, ******, this is hip-hop, not fasion,

Get the hell out,

I'm taking out these so called gangsta ******s,

Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures,

And I neva took another ******' MC's ******t,

And made it my first single, ****** a hit,

******' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off,

I'm gonna, and all of it,

It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry,

Sellin' out for the fame,

I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmicks,

Go down in flames , in the big game,

B-Real:

Zippidey-dooda, I smoke ****** and I got brain damage,

But, I don't give a ****** cause I still manage,

To represent to the fullest,

No pop singles, and no actin' foolish,

To the studio gangsta with the articles,

In them magazines with the ****** editors,

Keep it real in the game,

******s got no shame,

Now all the executives want all the fame,

Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes,

For the ******-em industry that's take'n all ya dough,

I never stole it, stole it all,

Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall,

Fools want me to fall,

I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate

tastic,

I hear ******s say no, but, I know they front,

Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt,

I don't respect a hypocrite, mutha******as I despise,

Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie,

All you bruthas in the game run a check,

Cause you get checked ****** off, with no respect,

Mutha******as