The Real

[Verse One: G-TEE] You better listen up when I be kickin' raps You chicken cats ain't spittin' facts I'll make ya shit collapse Stop ya gay rappin', I reign captain and stay stackin' I'll make ya mothafuckin' brain flatten Let me break it down for you fakin' clowns You best change around ya rap style before you make a sound I come from the streets runnin' from po-lice theres no peace; Where dope fiends die from OD's My rhyme will threaten, any guy whos steppin' So when I set in you know I cause more damage then 9/11 And thats a fact yo ass is wack, go back to crack You just bitches and snitches this is my habitat [Verse Two: G-TEE] Ayyo I'm cruisin in the Benz 550 Ya wanna get out of place I got the 9 wit me Fools back down or ya hear the gat sound You fuckin' faggot ass bitch you know where you at now? 413, E.L.M. is where I rest at, stomp ya chest flat I spit the best rap Yo my sounds are dope that clowns a joke I flip an ounce of coke then lounge and smoke I'm my own boss, I take no loss And I fuck for free. How much that hoe cost? You a squeal pranksta Dont forget where Im from 413 G-TEE The Real Gangsta ... And I'm out