Real Shit(Album Version|Explicit) - Styles P

Real **** (Album Version|Explicit) - Styles P/Gerald Levert
(From the heart)
This sh*t is crazy Storch
(From the soul)
Thank you my ni**a (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 ni**a to tell the truth
That's why I live in a cage ni**a
Soon to be dependin on haze ni**a sh*t 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 sh*t
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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 sh*t that make your life f**ked up
Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy
If God intervene or Christ jump up what
(Hook) w/ ad libs
(Styles P)
Sh*t'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
Sh*t 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 ni**a 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