Styles P - Real sh** lyrics

[Styles P] + (Gerald Levert) (From the heart) This sh** is crazy Storch (From the soul) Thank you my n***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, n***as wanna k** me quick Gotta spend a buck for somethin nice at the dealership Can't work for minimum wage n***a, to tell the truth That's why I live in a cage n***a Soon to be dependin on haze n***a, sh** 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** 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**, givin n***as 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**, givin n***as 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 n***as, 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** that make your life f**ed up Only thing to stop me from k**in you sloppy If God intervene or Christ jump up... what? [Hook] w/ ad libs [Styles P] sh**'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** is all love, same time it's real too Move OT or go and k** 'em 'fore they k** you [Hook] w/ ad libs [Styles P over Hook] This is the Ghost n***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... [Styles P] Get high