Real Shit

[Styles P] + (Gerald Levert) (From the heart) This shit is crazy Storch (From the soul) Thank you my nigga (yeah, yeahhh) I appreciate it (ooooooh, from the heart) Y'know I'm so much in the street (well well well) I don't get a good look all the time (it's f'real) So thank you (it's f'real, it's f'real, yeah) "In God We Trust," it says it on the dollar bill So should I say hallelujah? Matter fact, what's a dollar to ya? Is it a paper painted green Or the root of all evil like your father schooled you? They wanna bill me quick, niggas wanna kill me quick Gotta spend a buck for somethin nice at the dealership Can't work for minimum wage nigga, to tell the truth That's why I live in a cage nigga Soon to be dependin on haze nigga, shit and I ain't pretendin When a crook get a book with a happy endin Dawg I'm in the bad mood most the time Nine milli' have you close to dyin But it's senseless, when I can let loose And just spit a sentence of some absurd shit Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped I know crime ain't rhyme but I prefer this [Hook: Gerald Levert] + ad libs This is the real shit, givin niggas real fits And if you can't handle it Then you ain't been where I been And you ain't been where I been This is for real shit, givin niggas real fits And if you can't handle it Then you ain't been where I been And you ain't been where I been, this is for real [Styles P] Die fo' what you believe in Get high for numerous reasons, no confession, no {?} Just me in a dark room and the fumes that I breathe in Spirit leave the physical, leave off the Earth Then I breeze on the burst cause I'm cursed with bein lyrical Dawg I decapitate niggas, I never was yellow But I'm nicer than the happy-face sticker All I need's a beat and the mic gloved up Your career's goin good 'til you're bumpin into me And I hit you with some shit that make your life fucked up Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy If God intervene or Christ jump up... what? [Hook] w/ ad libs [Styles P] Shit's close to the end and I ain't a beginner Think I got a little thinner, only thing I mean is that Everybody dinner - this the house of pain Tell everybody in there, I'mma bring it to 'em right Money burn, guns fire, led finger to a life Change your address, feds follow when they glue the kite Shit is all love, same time it's real too Move OT or go and kill 'em 'fore they kill you [Hook] w/ ad libs [Styles P over Hook] This is the Ghost nigga, Double R and D-Block Scott Storch, whattup [Gerald Levert] No no no no no NOOOOOO~! No no NO! You ain't been where I been, no no! No no no no no no no no no nooooooo... [Styles P] Get high