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