[Styles P + (Gerald Levert):]
(From the heart)
This *** is crazy Storch
(From the soul)
Thank you my nigga (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, niggaz wanna kill me quick
Gotta spend a buck for somethin nice at the dealership
Can't work for minimum wage nigga, to tell the truth
That's why I live in a cage nigga
Soon to be dependin on haze nigga, *** 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 ***
Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped
I know crime ain't rhyme but I prefer this [Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad libs]
This is the real ***, givin niggaz 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 ***, givin niggaz 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 niggaz, 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 *** that make your life *** up
Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy
if God intervene or Christ jump up... what? [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P]
***'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'ma bring it to 'em right
Money burn, guns fire, led finger to a life
Change your address, feds follow when they glue the kite
*** is all love, same time it's real too
Move OT or go and kill 'em 'fore they kill you [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P: over Chorus]
This is the Ghost nigga, 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