Return of the Real

Yo, what`s up with all these niggas<br>On these muthafuckin records talkin all this bullshit<br>(Man, I don`t know about these niggas out here<br>Them other sucker-ass niggas, them old fake-ass bitches)<br>I ain`t tryin to hear that shit, man<br>These bitches ain`t players, man<br>(Yeah man<br>You know these niggas out here been fakin for years, man<br>I`m glad my nigga Ice comin with that HP shit<br>That high-powered shit..)<br><br>[ VERSE 1 ]<br>Peace to my street niggas movin that weight<br>Much love to my comrads who`s out in upstate<br>Mad connections from the bottom to the top of the game<br>Street fame, I got much that`s in touch with my name<br>Got a overload of guns to unload on a lame nigga trippin<br>Wake up my posse, interrup the Rйmy-sippin<br>Four in your back and keep bailin<br>Listen to the HK wailin and your vital signs failin<br>Everyone that ever met me knows<br>I work bitches like niggas, pimp niggas like hoes<br>Command a mack that`s immaculate, your girl`s naked<br>You think she ain`t been hit, kid yo, you best to check it<br>For ten years I been connected to the top of this<br>Hold your breath, kid, I`m never droppin this<br>Too busy rollin off them fat chrome rims<br>And niggas who trip get sung hymns<br>We crash clubs and security shits<br>Cause they know they got size but they know we keep clips<br>Crazy muthafuckas lickin shots in doors<br>Leavin suckers` bodies bleedin over nightclub floors<br>You don`t want none, son, stay gone<br>Break north when I come and you might live long<br>Yeah, my face kickin treble, you`re just a pebble<br>You`re gettin rocked, yo E, cock the glock<br>And let these niggas know, yo, that the west don`t play none<br>Fire shoots out of my strap like a ray-gun<br>You broke ill and you cold fucked up<br>Now you`re bleedin through your fingers while you`re holdin your gut<br>For real<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br>So get your money how you want to, friend<br>But when it`s time to count the chips only the real will win<br>(Return of the real) the game of life is only fake and true<br>But it`s all about the dollars when the day is through<br><br>[ Hot Dollar ]<br>(Cause the pimps don`t get no bigger<br>Than these here niggas)<br><br>It`s the return of the real<br><br>(These muthafuckas best to get to recognize<br>Before I gets to chastizin<br>Cause see, the shit all ties in<br>It`s just some of that pimp, player, hustler shit<br>Ice-T been around for a while now<br>Nigga was gangbangin when gangbangin wasn`t even cool, nigga<br>What you know about that shit?)<br><br>[ VERSE 2 ]<br>I go deep into the street life`s anatomy<br>A nigga take me out - yo, what a upset that`d be<br>And if I fall I fall on cushions, ???<br>Hittin niggas up with the Tec and watch the blood gushin<br>I see your videos, a 100 niggas in it you don`t know<br>Framed in the lens, bought friends<br>Who really got your back, nigga, check it out<br>You really possess like zero street clout (think about)<br>The only place you`re safe is in the studio<br>Yellin in the mic, you`se a bitch, that`s right<br>I take a nigga like you and make him prostitute cute<br>So what you got a gun, punk, you`re scared to shoot<br>You front hardcore, but I don`t feel ya<br>Kids from my hood`ll take your punk ass and peel ya<br>Let me check my Rolex quick because time`s money<br>Squintin from the Pavet face because it`s kinda sunny<br>Skinnin the top back, flossin the rag and the thing<br>Feelin the sun, backin off of my pinky ring<br>Hittin the `Shaw with my niggas and clown<br>Lift the ass, hit the switch, raise the front off the ground<br>But most of the time you can`t see a nigga<br>Deep in the archives parlayin new ways to get my bank bigger<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br><br>[ Hot Dollar ]<br>(As I slides up out the do`<br>Gots to give a special props shout out to that nigga the O.G.<br>Got muthfuckin Red in the house<br>[Name] and the muthafuckin ringleader of funk, DJ Ace<br>Hot Dollar`s up in this muthafucka<br>If you didn`t know<br>Count your muthafuckin blessings and handcuff your hoe<br>You know what I`m sayin?<br>It`s all good for my hood<br>Comp-town in the muthafuckin house<br>Nigga don`t know well I tell ya like this<br>West Hollywood Hills<br>That`s the deal, fool<br>You know I know the rules..)