Ice T - Return Of The Real Lyrics
Yo, whats up with all these niggasOn these mutha*****in records talkin all this bullshit(man, I dont know about these niggas out hereThem other sucker-ass niggas, them old fake-ass *****es)I aint tryin to hear that shit, manThese *****es aint players, man(yeah manYou know these niggas out here been fakin for years, manIm glad my nigga ice comin with that hp shitThat high-powered shit..)[ verse 1 ]Peace to my street niggas movin that weightMuch love to my comrads whos out in upstateMad connections from the bottom to the top of the gameStreet fame, I got much thats in touch with my nameGot a overload of guns to unload on a lame nigga trippinWake up my posse, interrup the rmy-sippinFour in your back and keep bailinListen to the hk wailin and your vital signs failinEveryone that ever met me knowsI work *****es like niggas, pimp niggas like hoesCommand a mack thats immaculate, your girls *****You think she aint been hit, kid yo, you best to check itFor ten years I been connected to the top of thisHold your breath, kid, Im never droppin thisToo busy rollin off them fat chrome rimsAnd niggas who trip get sung hymnsWe crash clubs and security shitsCause they know they got size but they know we keep clipsCrazy mutha*****as lickin shots in doorsLeavin suckers bodies bleedin over nightclub floorsYou dont want none, son, stay goneBreak north when I come and you might live longYeah, my face kickin treble, youre just a pebbleYoure gettin rocked, yo e, ***** the glockAnd let these niggas know, yo, that the west dont play noneFire shoots out of my strap like a ray-gunYou broke ill and you cold *****ed upNow youre bleedin through your fingers while youre holdin your gutFor real[ chorus ]So get your money how you want to, friendBut when its time to count the chips only the real will win(return of the real) the game of life is only fake and trueBut its all about the dollars when the day is through[ hot dollar ](cause the pimps dont get no biggerThan these here niggas)Its the return of the real(these mutha*****as best to get to recognizeBefore I gets to chastizinCause see, the shit all ties inIts just some of that pimp, player, hustler shitIce-t been around for a while nowNigga was gangbangin when gangbangin wasnt even cool, niggaWhat you know about that shit? )[ verse 2 ]I go deep into the street lifes anatomyA nigga take me out - yo, what a upset thatd beAnd if I fall I fall on cushions, ? ? ?Hittin niggas up with the tec and watch the blood gushinI see your videos, a 100 niggas in it you dont knowFramed in the lens, bought friendsWho really got your back, nigga, check it outYou really possess like zero street clout (think about)The only place youre safe is in the studioYellin in the mic, youse a *****, thats rightI take a nigga like you and make him prostitute cuteSo what you got a gun, punk, youre scared to shootYou front hardcore, but I dont feel yaKids from my hoodll take your punk ass and peel yaLet me check my rolex quick because times moneySquintin from the pavet face because its kinda sunnySkinnin the top back, flossin the rag and the thingFeelin the sun, backin off of my pinky ringHittin the shaw with my niggas and clownLift the ass, hit the switch, raise the front off the groundBut most of the time you cant see a niggaDeep in the archives parlayin new ways to get my bank bigger[ chorus ][ hot dollar ](as I slides up out the doGots 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 aceHot dollars up in this mutha*****aIf you didnt knowCount your mutha*****in blessings and handcuff your hoeYou know what Im sayin?Its all good for my hoodComp-town in the mutha*****in houseNigga dont know well I tell ya like thisWest hollywood hillsThats the deal, foolYou know I know the rules..)
