The Realness

Verse 1: Co$$ Cash-us, Co$$ Holla, dolla, dolla, when ya see me (?) park in your area The palm side in your...face Yo, yo, yo Land of the Latins Mutherfuck scrappin' Coming from Los Angelous scandalous Where they clappin' Raw rhyme constructor I don't need an instructor or teacher To reach the pinnacle and spit that ether Either I'm real trill ill and you void, avoid truth Like John was Co$$ and Troy was blue Not true Sleepwalking is not you Nin-jitsu then hotchoo bless you Got moves like Shannon Brown Hand on the rock your man is down Got bruising Beyond light, drop jewels into God's hand And when he rock below the heavens make the gods dance Before I woke wasn't no joke Pistol smoke, shell casings on the floor Hell waiting for your boy And fuck your love I get joy from my own life's existence I'm a Laker, no love for the Celtics or the Pistons You more like a Clipper Fuck what you think The kind of nigga that drink the same water you piss in I be on a mission Like gangsters in the city when they twist a nigga cap back Blap with the bisquit, black with the fist raised Had a big mouth since the fifth grade Never had a master or no sensei All you niggas BS, all you niggas regress Run up on me, nigga you gonna meet death I put on the side palm, murk park Firearms murk ya'll, words'll burn ya down Take your skirts off, word up Bring them sucka niggas murder Lil homies stick the herb up Reppin' for the section throw the turf up Ya'll niggas do this cause you can and I do this cause I'm destined Livin' in this wild wild western society Don't believe these niggas cause they lyin G Telling ya'll the real, thats what I be doin Yup I'm telling ya'll the ill, cause thats what I be doin' Yo, sleepwalking through society Ain't no iller style as he