Return Of The Real

Yo, what's up with all these niggas

On these muthafuckin' records talkin' all this bullshit

I ain't tryin' to hear that shit, man

These bitches ain't players, man

Peace to my street niggas movin' that weight

Much love to my comrades who's out in upstate

Mad connections from the bottom to the top of the game

Street fame,

I got much that's 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 that's immaculate, your girl's naked

You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you best to check it

For ten years

I been connected to the top of this

Hold your breath, kid,

I'm 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 don't want none, son, stay gone

Break north when

I come and you might live long

Yeah, my face kickin' treble, you're just a pebble

You're gettin' rocked, yo,

E, cock the glock

And let these niggas know, yo, that the west don't play none

Fire shoots out of my strap like a ray-gun

You broke ill and you cold fucked up

Now you're bleedin' through your fingers while you're holdin' your gut

So get your money how you want to, friend

But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win

The game of life is only fake and true

But it's all about the dollars when the day is through

Get your money how you want to, friend

But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win

The game of life is only fake and true

But it's all about the dollars when the day is through

It's the return of the real

Return of the real

I go deep into the street life's anatomy

A nigga take me out, yo, what a upset that'd 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 don't 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 you're safe is in the studio

Yellin' in the mic, you'se a bitch, that's right

I take a nigga like you and make him prostitute cute

So what you got a gun, punk, you're scared to shoot

You front hardcore, but

I don't feel ya

Kids from my hood'll take your punk ass and peel ya

Let me check my

Rolex quick because time's money

Squintin' from the pavet face because it's 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 can't 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 it's time to count the chips only the real will win

The game of life is only fake and true

But it's all about the dollars when the day is through

So get your money how you want to, friend

But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win

The game of life is only fake and true

But it's all about the dollars when the day is through

It's the return of the real