(feat. Gerald Levert) [Styles P + (Gerald Levert):] (From the heart) This shit is crazy Storch (From the soul) Thank you my nigga (yeah, yeahhh) I appreciate
niggas pop they Cris' Cop they whip, brag about they watch and shit But watch this shit, I'mma put a stop to this I got to flip, the V's niggas pop the shit
up, you know the deal Niggaz talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right) Funny how quick these pricks forget Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit
through my terrain, even in 4-wheel drive And I'm your highness, finest You hungry? Try this, buy this, livest Uh huh, I take my rap style real serious
city use to be real sick people from other cities use to drive from miles just to get a taste of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa
just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out That's a real nigga for ya [Chorus: 50 Cent (2x)] We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
on some dirty shit Chorus Outro: Va Cats for real California yo My Miami niggas My real New York niggas Jamaica P All my live niggas all my cuban link
just go head first, you be on that timid shit Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy shit Shitting on bitches with that Chris Brown (give me shit) My niggas
me unscratched in That millionaire boys club fashion Uh, you niggas is clones I hand out styles like ice cream cones, the fuck outta here That's Pha real, my gats is real
I wanna know [Hook] Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
i'm movin' on [r] psst, yeah? [m] yeah! [r] shit get real in here Shit get real in here Shit get real in here Mya get real again Shit get real in here
grave 'cause you didn't know how to behave Playin' cowboy, now you sleep with the slaves Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley On some villain shit
And finally the vinyl be vital in washed up and, I already got the title Besides my vibe is the shit, it's too many styles Sunday, Monday, Tuesday,
get our shit together Bitches ain't nothin' we none Make this shit on the streets for you to know to know We gettin' our shit together Better get your
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga (We off to the ghetto
of a ride Like it was pocket money, Gs But these are the things real playas do Talkin' shit is real things that the hatas do I'm namin' you, shit's
Concealin' them slugs, if it go down, remember that mug 'Cause ain't no love when a nigga shit is touchin' his ribs Hungrier than a hostage, shit, we blitz Information pack the led up in shit
