just face it But anyway, back on the real side of things My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings Not only is it inside the songs that we sing Everything is real
might be bustin' out slugs, I'm comin' raw 'Cause I'm smokin' on kali, gang bangin' Wit Mobsta Elites on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale Yeah, that's how real
tryin' to put down me? Why you always tryin' to put down me? You get 'round your friends and try to clown me Why you always tryin' to pull that boo-boo
Guys that'll roll them dice and win Girls with 'fits that show the skin Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen Real hoes let your best friend know about men 'Cause I be
run lets talk bout sex and um layed back patiently waiting to exhale and umm after lo we could seperate be'cause of tho anotha female on my tail and em i could do with out boo
faded Niggas be all talk but they just hate playin' I'm feelin' you 'cause you look lovely Watchin' your body in the back, from the bubbly Checkin' down your neck real
gold dishes The baddest bitches AK's fo my protection Gotta gaurd my riches I want the latest trends The newest Benz To rule his friends To fly a plane wont be
, yeah, yeah leave the hissin' in, don't take the hissin' out We gon' keep this one all the way gangsta I mean, you mutha fuckas don't realize How real
Gangsta shit flow through his blood and no one had to show him how Kill or be killed where I come from ain't no in between Why trade the world just to be
to be the rulers and gangsters Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters But I'm a tell you who the real
to see the body drop Started sellin' rocks a youngster comin' up real fast Makin' boo-koo cash back up on that ass with My hockey mask doin' it real
bitch Chorus: {lil' ya} Lil' ya got a gangsta jazzy bitch Yella boy got a gangsta jazzy bitch Tec-9 got a gangsta jazzy bitch But we lookin' for them bitches with them Real
times in the back by the dumpster Be cautious when ya step, but don't step to light 'cause the tec is in the ghetto in the projects at night Some gangsta
pot hos was on my j I'm givin' eye to eye to this lil' freak named renee Spittin' much game and my game be cold Now why them hos be sweatin' me Because
you seen her? Let my gators through the snappin' Crystal sippin', drops along, geah baby what's happenin? Hear me, see me I could, uh, be your geenie, any wish comes true Be my boo
Where are the dollars?" Now I know you hate me 'Cuz I hooked up with Krayzie, baby I'm with whatever they pay me Gangsta Boo be with it, be winnin', so
done hooked up with Eastside Boyz Bringin' noise Makin' moves like the fuckin' U-Haul boys Gangsta Boo be groovin' always choosin', what's up with you nigga Gangsta Boo be