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"Huh? Want me to speak the real? Speak the real man Nigga, speak the real Speak the real Speak the real Speak the real Speak the real It's a quarter after nine on my AM, FM Radio Shack, digital motel, six o? clock alarm reads "40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind You can't afford to pass no money, I know you heard about that" What, what? "Task raided Millersville, Ms. Miller had a heart attack" Dude, that's some cold shit, ain't it huh? I know, she was a good person for certain I know V-Town, California, where I was born, raised and grown And since 1979, I been a hustler on the go You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket You feel, we slowly but surely approachin' seven digits Figurines, sticky doo hicky and Angel Dust Mescaline, niggas know better than fuck with us I'm pimped out flossin' in Reno in the casino Big bid, fuckin' off feddie, I could've put down on a crib I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem Take a lose, take a lose don't make a scene Nigga charge it to the triple beam, fuck the stress I let that orange box of baking soda do the rest Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two That's what he do for a living, that's all he's used to Playtex rubber dish washing gloves and residue, biotch Bullshit ain't nothin' You see we gone keep this thuggin' And mean muggin', jump until it's a done deal You see E-40 and Sick Wid, it bring the real, nothin' but What if I bring this back down? Which one, which one cap'n? You got to be about it or be without it Be about it or without it, ay, you know what? I smell you on that playboy, look We fin to run down a whole tac on these bitch ass, niggaz Niggas ain't smellin' this shit, we do this shit Last night I slapped a bitch upside her dome with my faulty phone That Heifer's tired she tried to slash my tire Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji From the track she use to hold my sack I use to dick her down Way back in eighty-six she use to look just like a sketch But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy, that bitch is bad For what it's worth, the pussy smelled like Certs Victoria's Secret Now folks, just remember, I never said I thought about lickin' pussy I said I never thought about eatin' it Keepin' it and treatin' it nice Fuck that, I'm a hog I put it down, I'm from the hood Where I live on the outskirts of town on the tuck in the cut In some empty apartments, man I'm a baller so you know I ain't got shit in my name I'm strictly ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried Ready for combat if you plottin' and plannin' Oh if you come for me and confiscate my dough Let the buzzer be the bail But my suggestion is to stay within your envelope I'm block to block, swingin' on vines Community service, put up stop signs Uhh, hold the fuck on Did you or did you not tell these niggaz to stay within they envelope? Shit, these toddlers is green to the game They ain't know nothin' about these tramps Six bedroom flats and gettin' dealt And held a hand across the mat You see we from the Yay, where we control they minds And put these hoes on the grind Ain't got to but I still touch it Went to 7-Eleven, picked up a traders book And bought a bucket Use to have a perm taller than the Charlotte Hornets But I had to cut that bitch off 'cause see your partna had warrant That I ain't even handled yet, although I'm havin' cake The little homie from the hood, want me to put out his tape He kinda tight too, remind me of The Click crew 'Cause they was spittin' that old high powered Godzilla ballin' guru, ass type shit you can relate to Wake to, 'scape to when it's sunny Ride by, slide by, get at a honey I know these streets like I know my dick I can tell you who the nigga is that's about to get jacked And the nigga that pulled the lick I got this bitch on lock 999,999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box Marijuana crops still in this roster Kilogram, coca leaf and morphine What about my niggas in the 415? Look what they made My niggaz in the city They call it made Top grade regeneration, uncut Designer weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck? Sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit sheit, sheit 999,999 plus a dollar, plus a dollar man Plus a dollar, plus a dollar, man, equals a mealticket bitch Biotch, sheit, sheit, fuck it "