| Ice-t lyrics
Return of the Real lyrics
Yo, what's up with all these niggas
On these muthafuckin records talkin all this bullshit
(Man, I don't know about these niggas out here
Them other sucker-ass niggas, them old fake-ass bitches)
I ain't tryin to hear that shit, man
These bitches ain't players, man
(Yeah man
You know these niggas out here been fakin for years, man
I'm glad my nigga Ice comin with that HP shit
That high-powered shit..)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Peace to my street niggas 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 nigga trippin
Wake up my posse, interrup the Rùmy-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 bitches 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 muthafuckas 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 fucked 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 niggas)
It's the return of the real
(These muthafuckas best to get to recognize
Before I gets to chastizin
Cause see, the shit all ties in
It's just some of that pimp, player, hustler shit
Ice-T been around for a while now
Nigga was gangbangin when gangbangin wasn't even cool, nigga
What you know about that shit)
[ VERSE 2 ]
I go deep into the street life's anatomy
A nigga take me out - yo, what a upset that'd be
And if I fall I fall on cushions,
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, nigga, 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 bitch, that's right
I take a nigga 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 ass 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 ass, hit the switch, raise the front off the ground
But most of the time you can't see a nigga
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 nigga the O.G.
Got muthfuckin Red in the house
[Name] and the muthafuckin ringleader of funk, DJ Ace
Hot Dollar's up in this muthafucka
If you didn't know
Count your muthafuckin blessings and handcuff your hoe
You know what I'm sayin
It's all good for my hood
Comp-town in the muthafuckin house
Nigga don't know well I tell ya like this
West Hollywood Hills
That's the deal, fool
You know I know the rules..)
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Hit the Deck lyrics
The Hunted Child lyrics
The Iceberg lyrics
Lethal Weapon lyrics
Peel Their Caps Back lyrics
You Played Yourself lyrics
Shut Up, Be Happy lyrics
This One's For Me lyrics
99 Problems lyrics
Addicted to Danger lyrics
I Ain't New Ta This lyrics
G Style lyrics
Gotta Lotta Love lyrics
Home Invasion lyrics
That's How I'm Livin lyrics
Ice M.F. T lyrics
It's On lyrics
Message To The Soldier lyrics
Body Count lyrics
Bitches 2 lyrics
Fried Chicken lyrics
Mic Contract lyrics
Ed lyrics
Escape From The Killing Fields lyrics
Fly By lyrics
First Impression lyrics
Lifestyles Of The Rich And Infamous lyrics
Midnight lyrics
Mind Over Matter lyrics
New Jack Hustler lyrics
O.G. Original Gangster lyrics
Prepared To Die lyrics
Pulse of the Rhyme lyrics
Straight Up Nigga lyrics
The House lyrics
The Tower lyrics
Ziplock lyrics
Drama lyrics
Heartbeat lyrics
Grand Larceny lyrics
L.G.B.N.A.F. lyrics
Personal lyrics
Power lyrics
I'm Your Pusher lyrics
High Rollers lyrics
Radio Suckers lyrics
Cramp Your Style lyrics
Forced to Do Dirt lyrics
Dear Homie lyrics
How Does it Feel lyrics
I Must Stand lyrics
Inside of a Gangsta lyrics
Make the Loot Loop lyrics
Pimp Anthem lyrics
Rap Games Hijacked lyrics
The 5th lyrics
The Lane lyrics
They Want Me Back In lyrics
Where the Shit Goes Down lyrics
Intro lyrics
6'n The Mornin' lyrics
Make it Funky lyrics
Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy!!!) lyrics
409 lyrics
I Love Ladies lyrics
Sex lyrics
Pain lyrics
Squeeze the Trigger lyrics
7th Deadly Sin (Intro) lyrics
Don't Hate The Playa lyrics
Check Your Game lyrics
Get Your Moneyman lyrics
NY, NY lyrics
Valuable Game lyrics
Eye Of The Storm lyrics
Always Wanted To Be A Ho lyrics
Fuck It lyrics
CJ Mac Interlude lyrics
Retaliation lyrics
Threat Interlude lyrics
Check Your Heart lyrics
Sondoobiest Interlude lyrics
Common Sense lyrics
God Forgive Me lyrics
Ice's Exodus lyrics
Reckless (12") lyrics
Depths of Hell lyrics
Colors lyrics
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