[automatic gunfire] [T. Waters:] Yo, this ain't a motherfuckin game nigga (Real shit) real shit (ride out) ride out (Ride out) RIDE OUT (ride out) RIDE
real, really real) You know it's real in the hood (all the way) It's just real in the ghetto From my block to your block (my block to your block) From
20 bricks on the block I'm a mary jane smoker, game soaker Frame thrower, A Uptown Lane Roaster A 100% real nigga, look me up and down Located in Chopper City, G'd
never did, been real Since I was young been seein' cats get killed When it get dark better be able to run quick 'Cause after that, that chopper gonna talk shit
If I could change the world I'd make it much better for you and me I'd erase these hard times we had, yeah And we'd ball 'til we fall - can you feel that
Reeboks straight stickin' to the G-code Uptown is the home of the car-jackers Robbers, gangsta rappers, headsplitters and kidnappers Better than seed, is the way I shop for that D Not the 17th, the real
L. got street sweepers, 9 millies All us night creepers, actin silly Dirty 30's, AR-15's Nose dirty, totin uzi machines Brother, L.B., Donald D., Chun Chi Real
it's just in me to be a real soldier Gats I load, slip you dont value what's on ya shoulder Now I done told ya -- the streets is real all the time Gotta
boy It's cash boy, I don't think you could last boy I'm bout to pull some out the hall type shit Some Steven Seagal type shit Some *cgghh* knife shit
you and If you fake I don't want to be no where around you I'ma Head Buster, Tru Hustler, a real nigga and Believe I'd never get caught without my steel
'm god's child theres angels around me [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Shootout shots richochet Doc say that nigga dead When your times up your times up this is real shit
might neva come home again nigga, aight! Teeth, neck, wrists all ice my lifes like Ridin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop lights (for real) Homie is that real
Can Die On Easter Sunday, I Celebrate, When He Reach The Sky I'm On That Stupid Shit, Like Fuck A Gun Can Do This Zooly Shit' There's Room In The Graveyard
this one (you are the enemy) I don't think I'm going back this time (you are the enemy, you are the enemy) Just to much shit been said to much real shit
they mouth, 'cause they just talkin' shit When it comes to droppin' science, I'm the man you can't knock out The heavyweight champ that'll take your whole block
you can see It's a small thang to a true, what could I do? Real homies help you get through And come to knew he'd do the same thang if he could Cause
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on Now the whole shit
at the world through my rearview Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? Starin... Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun
