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  • Yo, whats up with all these niggas
  • On these mutha*****in records talkin all this bullshit
  • (man, I dont know about these niggas out here
  • Them other sucker-ass niggas, them old fake-ass *****es)
  • I aint tryin to hear that shit, man
  • These *****es aint players, man
  • (yeah man
  • You know these niggas out here been fakin for years, man
  • Im glad my nigga ice comin with that hp shit
  • That high-powered shit..)
  • [ verse 1 ]
  • Peace to my street niggas movin that weight
  • Much love to my comrads whos out in upstate
  • Mad connections from the bottom to the top of the game
  • Street fame, I got much thats in touch with my name
  • Got a overload of guns to unload on a lame nigga trippin
  • Wake up my posse, interrup the rmy-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 *****es like niggas, pimp niggas like hoes
  • Command a mack thats immaculate, your girls *****
  • You think she aint been hit, kid yo, you best to check it
  • For ten years I been connected to the top of this
  • Hold your breath, kid, Im 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 mutha*****as lickin shots in doors
  • Leavin suckers bodies bleedin over nightclub floors
  • You dont want none, son, stay gone
  • Break north when I come and you might live long
  • Yeah, my face kickin treble, youre just a pebble
  • Youre gettin rocked, yo e, ***** the glock
  • And let these niggas know, yo, that the west dont play none
  • Fire shoots out of my strap like a ray-gun
  • You broke ill and you cold *****ed up
  • Now youre bleedin through your fingers while youre holdin your gut
  • For real
  • [ chorus ]
  • So get your money how you want to, friend
  • But when its time to count the chips only the real will win
  • (return of the real) the game of life is only fake and true
  • But its all about the dollars when the day is through
  • [ hot dollar ]
  • (cause the pimps dont get no bigger
  • Than these here niggas)
  • Its the return of the real
  • (these mutha*****as best to get to recognize
  • Before I gets to chastizin
  • Cause see, the shit all ties in
  • Its just some of that pimp, player, hustler shit
  • Ice-t been around for a while now
  • Nigga was gangbangin when gangbangin wasnt even cool, nigga
  • What you know about that shit? )
  • [ verse 2 ]
  • I go deep into the street lifes anatomy
  • A nigga take me out - yo, what a upset thatd be
  • And if I fall I fall on cushions, ? ? ?
  • Hittin niggas up with the tec and watch the blood gushin
  • I see your videos, a 100 niggas in it you dont know
  • Framed in the lens, bought friends
  • Who really got your back, nigga, check it out
  • You really possess like zero street clout (think about)
  • The only place youre safe is in the studio
  • Yellin in the mic, youse a *****, thats right
  • I take a nigga like you and make him prostitute cute
  • So what you got a gun, punk, youre scared to shoot
  • You front hardcore, but I dont feel ya
  • Kids from my hoodll take your punk ass and peel ya
  • Let me check my rolex quick because times money
  • Squintin from the pavet face because its 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 cant see a nigga
  • Deep in the archives parlayin new ways to get my bank bigger
  • [ chorus ]
  • [ hot dollar ]
  • (as I slides up out the do
  • Gots to give a special props shout out to that nigga the o.g.
  • Got muth*****in red in the house
  • [name] and the mutha*****in ringleader of funk, dj ace
  • Hot dollars up in this mutha*****a
  • If you didnt know
  • Count your mutha*****in blessings and handcuff your hoe
  • You know what Im sayin?
  • Its all good for my hood
  • Comp-town in the mutha*****in house
  • Nigga dont know well I tell ya like this
  • West hollywood hills
  • Thats the deal, fool
  • You know I know the rules..)

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