Real Shit

{*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 OUT! E'rybody a killer until a killer approaches And then, all that hocus, pocus boastin You no wins, callin the field up and the drama done build up And this poverty's the cards that they dealed us Niggas that will bust behind bars don't act tough Without no dust, niggas don't go nuts! I'm good, chain dangle in every hood Leather and wood, I ain't on no celebrity bull Could never be full, until my niece is obese Won't sleep 'til e'ry one of my folks eat Dig a ditch, large amount {?} high G My nigga {?} go to sleep with a mac on the sheets And now, we done started some new shit, exclusive Gangsta, if you refuse it, you stupid WHOO KID? No not the DJ, the D.A Play what he say on replay, what you did Instead of 1-2, niggas doin two bids He got life, you slid to a new crib And no one know where you live But e'rybody know exactly what you did Niggas'll act cool 'til they get them a lil' bid, shit That's when they flip and start to act like a little bitch My, nigga for life, motherfucker's a hypocrite The way the bullet hit him probably think they was intimate I'll stand on feet like planted trees I'm on my A-game, never switch plans to B The man you see, see, I got plans to be In position where I ain't gotta carry grams with me When I ride 45 in my hand with me Gangsta clique, organized, we a family And when the last gun fire and the smoke clear We gon' be standin right there like shit 'chea I got the 40 on me homey, not a big beer And guerilla niggas actin like big bears My man Ruger up in Vancouver with the Landcruiser That's my mans and, he was hand to hand distributors Heard blam, niggas hoppin out of vans tryin to shoot us Shot back, nigga hit the gas tank, shit blew up {*KABOOM*}