Ice-t - Return of the Real lyrics

Yo, what's up with all these n***as On these muthaf**in records talkin all this bullsh** (Man, I don't know about these n***as out here Them other s**er-a** n***as, them old fake-a** b**hes) I ain't tryin to hear that sh**, man These b**hes ain't players, man (Yeah man You know these n***as out here been fakin for years, man I'm glad my n***a Ice comin with that HP sh** That high-powered sh**..) [ VERSE 1 ] Peace to my street n***as movin that weight Much love to my comrads 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 n***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**hes like n***as, pimp n***as 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 n***as who trip get sung hymns We crash clubs and security sh**s Cause they know they got size but they know we keep clips Crazy muthaf**as lickin shots in doors Leavin s**ers' 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, co*k the glock And let these n***as 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**ed up Now you're bleedin through your fingers while you're holdin your gut For real [ CHORUS ] So get your money how you want to, friend But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win (Return of the real) the game of life is only fake and true But it's all about the dollars when the day is through [ Hot Dollar ] (Cause the pimps don't get no bigger Than these here n***as) It's the return of the real (These muthaf**as best to get to recognize Before I gets to chastizin Cause see, the sh** all ties in It's just some of that pimp, player, hustler sh** Ice-T been around for a while now n***a was g**nin when g**nin wasn't even cool, n***a What you know about that sh**?) [ VERSE 2 ] I go deep into the street life's anatomy A n***a take me out - yo, what a upset that'd be And if I fall I fall on cushions, ??? Hittin n***as up with the Tec and watch the blood gushin I see your videos, a 100 n***as in it you don't know Framed in the lens, bought friends Who really got your back, n***a, check it out You really possess like zero street clout (think about) The only place you're safe is in the studio Yellin in the mic, you'se a b**h, that's right I take a n***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 n***as and clown Lift the a**, hit the switch, raise the front off the ground But most of the time you can't see a n***a Deep in the archives parlayin new ways to get my bank bigger [ CHORUS ] [ Hot Dollar ] (As I slides up out the do' Gots to give a special props shout out to that n***a the O.G. Got muthf**in Red in the house [Name] and the muthaf**in ringleader of funk, DJ Ace Hot Dollar's up in this muthaf**a If you didn't know Count your muthaf**in blessings and handcuff your hoe You know what I'm sayin? It's all good for my hood Comp-town in the muthaf**in house n***a don't know well I tell ya like this West Hollywood Hills That's the deal, fool You know I know the rules..)