Return Of The Real (Explicit)-ICE-T

Return Of The Real - Ice T Yo, what's up with all these niggas On these muthaf**kin' records talkin' all this bullshit I ain't tryin' to hear that sh*t, man These b**ches ain't players, man Peace to my street niggas movin' that weight Much love to my comrades who's out in upstate Mad connections from the bottom to the top of the game Street fame, I got much that's in touch with my name Got a overload of guns to unload on a lame ni**a trippin' Wake up my posse, interrup' the Rémy sippin' Four in your back and keep bailin' Listen to the HK wailin' and your vital signs failin' Everyone that ever met me knows I work b**ches like niggas, pimp niggas like hoes Command a mack that's immaculate, your girl's naked You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you best to check it For ten years I been connected to the top of this Hold your breath, kid, I'm never droppin' this Too busy rollin' off them fat chrome rims And niggas who trip get sung hymns We crash clubs and security shits 'Cause they know they got size but they know we keep clips Crazy muthaf**kas lickin' shots in doors Leavin' suckers' bodies bleedin' over nightclub floors You don't want none, son, stay gone Break north when I come and you might live long Yeah, my face kickin' treble, you're just a pebble You're gettin' rocked, yo, E, cock the glock And let these niggas know, yo, that the west don't play none Fire shoots out of my strap like a ray-gun You broke ill and you cold f**ked up Now you're bleedin' through your fingers while you're holdin' your gut So get your money how you want to, friend But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win The game of life is only fake and true But it's all about the dollars when the day is through Get your money how you want to, friend But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win The game of life is only fake and true But it's all about the dollars when the day is through It's the return of the real Return of the real I go deep into the street life's anatomy A ni**a take me out, yo, what a upset that'd be And if I fall I fall on cushions, [Incomprehensible] Hittin' niggas up with the tec and watch the blood gushin' I see your videos, a 100 niggas in it you don't know Framed in the lens, bought friends Who really got your back, ni**a, check it out You really possess like zero street clout The only place you're safe is in the studio Yellin' in the mic, you'se a b**ch, that's right I take a ni**a like you and make him prostitute cute So what you got a gun, punk, you're scared to shoot You front hardcore, but I don't feel ya Kids from my hood'll take your punk a** and peel ya Let me check my Rolex quick because time's money Squintin' from the pavet face because it's kinda sunny Skinnin' the top back, flossin' the rag and the thing Feelin' the sun, backin' off of my pinky ring Hittin' the 'Shaw with my niggas and clown Lift the a**, hit the switch, raise the front off the ground But most of the time you can't see a ni**a Deep in the archives parlayin' new ways to get my bank bigger So get your money how you want to, friend But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win The game of life is only fake and true But it's all about the dollars when the day is through So get your money how you want to, friend But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win The game of life is only fake and true But it's all about the dollars when the day is through It's the return of the real