YOU! The real me is what you see Fuck your conformity Pride, passion and honesty About the things so close to me Close to me, close to me The real me
FUCK YOU! The real me is what you see Fuck your conformity Pride, passion and honesty About the things so close to me Close to me, close to me The real me
[Verse 1:] This one is for the boys with the boomin' system Top down, AC with the coolin' system When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up Got stacks
The hospital is a great place To go to die Real estate's cheap Let me tell ya why? The man's got a Sure fire system An economic prison You gotta get
on silk, lie like a politician My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe There'll be another one after me a
This one is for the boys with the boomer system Top down, AC with the cooler system When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up Got stacks on deck like
on and I love how she moves anytime the songs on. I like that ma, ya do somethin' to me, come this way and prove this to me, fast or slow she got the
us just like me Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me And just might be the next best thing
to talk to the world The system haters, even though sometimes we tend to do right Well look at the news, previews of all of our troubles in life If it ain't one
It's violence and violence, it's the only way their gonna respect us If it's this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time Know we gone, how
' too Better grab that 12 gauge 'Cause that's the only way a niggaz gonna get paid I'm on my way to my old bank They know me real good and they don't
wanna dip on me baby go head See, Coming back home to me Cuz nobody else can put it down like me thats why you, Hang on to me, hang on to me Baby hang
dig Asked her the name, one way to approach her See she had game, she needed me to coach her Expose her to some paper, freedom and culture The way a
exposure Words out my cipher, the life of my circle Train tracks aside of me, Cabrini to Idabi, don't lie to me You want me in your needle Squirt me
bill You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill From here on out it's manslaughter for the masses And classics courtesy of Mr. Mather's You bastards heard of me
real motherfuckers like whoa It's real, real, on the block I been up for days I gotta keep the steel steel, in case a nigga wanna get in the way So
real crew, we got motherfuckers over here Rapping for real, eat pussy on records and shit That shit ain't what's happening, we got some real shit Trying