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Yo, what's up with all these niggas
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On these muthafuckin records talkin all this bullshit
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(Man, I don't know about these niggas out here
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Them other sucker-ass niggas, them old fake-ass bitches)
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I ain't tryin to hear that shit, man
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These bitches ain't players, man
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(Yeah man
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You know these niggas out here been fakin for years, man
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I'm glad my nigga Ice comin with that HP shit
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That high-powered shit..)
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Peace to my street niggas movin that weight
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Much love to my comrads who's out in upstate
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Mad connections from the bottom to the top of the game
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Street fame, I got much that's in touch with my name
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Got a overload of guns to unload on a lame nigga trippin
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Wake up my posse, interrup the Rémy-sippin
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Four in your back and keep bailin
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Listen to the HK wailin and your vital signs failin
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Everyone that ever met me knows
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I work bitches like niggas, pimp niggas like hoes
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Command a mack that's immaculate, your girl's naked
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You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you best to check it
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For ten years I been connected to the top of this
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Hold your breath, kid, I'm never droppin this
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Too busy rollin off them fat chrome rims
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And niggas who trip get sung hymns
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We crash clubs and security shits
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Cause they know they got size but they know we keep clips
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Crazy muthafuckas lickin shots in doors
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Leavin suckers' bodies bleedin over nightclub floors
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You don't want none, son, stay gone
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Break north when I come and you might live long
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Yeah, my face kickin treble, you're just a pebble
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You're gettin rocked, yo E, cock the glock
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And let these niggas know, yo, that the west don't play none
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Fire shoots out of my strap like a ray-gun
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You broke ill and you cold fucked up
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Now you're bleedin through your fingers while you're holdin your gut
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For real
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[ CHORUS ]
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So get your money how you want to, friend
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But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win
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(Return of the real) the game of life is only fake and true
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But it's all about the dollars when the day is through
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[ Hot Dollar ]
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(Cause the pimps don't get no bigger
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Than these here niggas)
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It's the return of the real
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(These muthafuckas best to get to recognize
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Before I gets to chastizin
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Cause see, the shit all ties in
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It's just some of that pimp, player, hustler shit
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Ice-T been around for a while now
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Nigga was gangbangin when gangbangin wasn't even cool, nigga
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What you know about that shit?)
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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I go deep into the street life's anatomy
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A nigga take me out - yo, what a upset that'd be
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And if I fall I fall on cushions, ???
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Hittin niggas up with the Tec and watch the blood gushin
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I see your videos, a 100 niggas in it you don't know
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Framed in the lens, bought friends
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Who really got your back, nigga, check it out
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You really possess like zero street clout (think about)
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The only place you're safe is in the studio
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Yellin in the mic, you'se a bitch, that's right
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I take a nigga like you and make him prostitute cute
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So what you got a gun, punk, you're scared to shoot
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You front hardcore, but I don't feel ya
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Kids from my hood'll take your punk ass and peel ya
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Let me check my Rolex quick because time's money
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Squintin from the Pavet face because it's kinda sunny
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Skinnin the top back, flossin the rag and the thing
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Feelin the sun, backin off of my pinky ring
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Hittin the 'Shaw with my niggas and clown
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Lift the ass, hit the switch, raise the front off the ground
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But most of the time you can't see a nigga
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Deep in the archives parlayin new ways to get my bank bigger
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[ CHORUS ]
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[ Hot Dollar ]
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(As I slides up out the do'
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Gots to give a special props shout out to that nigga the O.G.
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Got muthfuckin Red in the house
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[Name] and the muthafuckin ringleader of funk, DJ Ace
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Hot Dollar's up in this muthafucka
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If you didn't know
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Count your muthafuckin blessings and handcuff your hoe
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You know what I'm sayin?
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It's all good for my hood
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Comp-town in the muthafuckin house
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Nigga don't know well I tell ya like this
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West Hollywood Hills
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That's the deal, fool
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You know I know the rules..)
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Return of the Real
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| Ice T |
