Reality

What is reality? [Intro: Dat Nigga Daz] Motherfuckers out here don't know shit They ain't tryin to know shit Just a young motherfucker out here tryin to represent To get my motherfuckin paper You don't think so? Then get the fuck out my way Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banks all that type of shit Gotta get paid, motherfucker [Verse 1: Dat Nigga Daz] Fuck dreaming the same dreams When you're down for the same team Word it seems to be reality is just a dream Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise So, I tote a .44 with hollow tips While my mind tellin me 'should I not?', or 'should I pull it?' What I represent God only knows what lies for myself Jealousy and hatred niggas is out for my wealth Will I perish livin' selfish for the rest of my life? Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life Will money be the root of my destruction? Without the money I can't even seem to function [The Dogg Pound] Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn There's nowhere for me to hide from reality [Verse 2: Kurupt] As complexed as the situation gets I remain, I maintain, ain't that much strain To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain (ha!) Aw shit, I don't believe this Some niggas that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist But ain't that much twistin in existance And this is how you show me love It shows me exactly what money's capable of Now is it the expenses, that make you wanna catch me slippin And pay a visit? Cause this is for all my homies (all my homies) For jackers only, come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me I'm back with a fifth of Henn Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again [The Dogg Pound] (x2) Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn There's nowhere for me to hide from reality [Verse 3: Dat Nigga Daz] I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games In a world of madness, will my composure be the same? Will my friends be around when they rest me in the ground? I'm a lost soul, lost forever, never ever to be found Life ain't what it seems, for the niggas full of schemes On the hunt for the cash, they wanna blast ya for green Hm, these sick bitches wanna get a nigga caught up For what? A simple nut, a simple fuck [Verse 4: Kurupt] Daily it enhances the penitentiary chances To survive in 1995 So I got 1995 ways to survive nowadays Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again Cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again Out to mentally convert me, the same niggas out to hurt me It irks me, strenuous controversy What's next on the list to complete After all this shit that popped off on the streets And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides Cause what I represent, I represent 'til I die ('til I die) It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennessy, Hennessy) [Verse 5: Tray Deee] Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggas that try me Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep) I beez the hardest regardless, fool Livin life, day and night stayin hard and cruel Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch Then I'm on a niggas ass like bumpy zits (that's right) It's no remorse when you cross my course I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss Mis- Ta-Tray Deee From L.O.N.G B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth 'til I die You wonder why it ain't no secret Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit [Outro: The Dogg Pound] Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn There's nowhere for me to hide from reality *continues with variations*