Real ****

(feat. Gerald Levert) [Styles P + (Gerald Levert):] (From the heart)

This **** is crazy

Storch (From the soul)

Thank you my ***** (yeah, yeahhh)

I appreciate it (ooooooh, from the heart)

Y'know I'm so much in the street (well well well)

I don't get a good look all the time (it's f'real)

So thank you (it's f'real, it's f'real, yeah) "In God We Trust," it says it on the dollar bill

So should

I say hallelujah?

Matter fact, what's a dollar to ya?

Is it a paper painted green or the root of all evil like your father schooled you?

They wanna bill me quick, ****** wanna kill me quick

Gotta spend a buck for somethin nice at the dealership

Can't work for minimum wage *****, to tell the truth

That's why

I live in a cage *****

Soon to be dependin on haze *****, **** and

I ain't pretendin

When a crook get a book with a happy endin

Dawg I'm in the bad mood most the time

Nine milli' have you close to dyin

But it's senseless, when

I can let loose and just spit a sentence of some absurd ****

Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped

I know crime ain't rhyme but

I prefer this [Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad libs]

This is the real ****, givin ****** real fits

And if you can't handle it

Then you ain't been where

I been And you ain't been where

I been This is for real ****, givin ****** real fits

And if you can't handle it

Then you ain't been where

I been And you ain't been where

I been, this is for real [Styles P:]

Die fo' what you believe in

Get high for numerous reasons, no confession, no {?}

Just me in a dark room and the fumes that

I breathe in

Spirit leave the physical, leave off the

Earth Then

I breeze on the burst cause

I'm cursed with bein lyrical

Dawg I decapitate ******,

I never was yellow

But I'm nicer than the happy-face sticker

All I need's a beat and the mic gloved up

Your career's goin good 'til you're bumpin into me

And I hit you with some **** that make your life ****** up

Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy if

God intervene or

Christ jump up... what? [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P]

****'s close to the end and

I ain't a beginner

Think I got a little thinner, only thing

I mean is that everybody dinner - this the house of pain

Tell everybody in there,

I'ma bring it to 'em right

Money burn, guns fire, led finger to a life

Change your address, feds follow when they glue the kite

**** is all love, same time it's real too

Move OT or go and kill 'em 'fore they kill you [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P: over Chorus]

This is the

Ghost *****,

Double R and

D-Block Scott

Storch, whattup [Gerald Levert:]

No no no no no

NOOOOOO~!

No no NO!

You ain't been where

I been, no no!

No no no no no no no no no nooooooo... [Styles P:]

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