Realist Shit

[Intro]
They say they want the real
I'm 'bout to give em some of the realest shit a nigga ever...ever wrote, man
R.I.P. Capo, you already know, my nigga
These niggas be asking for that real life shit
Shit, I stayed ten-toes down, even when these niggas changed
Let's go, come on
Whoo!

[Verse 1: Bruno Mali]
You ain't my dog, for real my nigga stop fakin'
I remember shit got crazy on me, you got flaky
Shit got shaky, I'm ten-toe, can't let these niggas take me
I'm paper chasin',bitch, I made a plan to bring my cake in
These niggas hatin', I'm focused on where I'm trying to go
I told my dog, it 'bout that paper, then I'm down to go
Who trynna know?
He said he wit' ya', then that time will show
You a sucka if you hatin' on that man behind a hoe
You dying to know, like how the fuck I ain't knocked off my pivot?
I put my tunnel vision on, I see my future, vivid
These niggas timid, shit I'm rapping 'bout, I really lived it
Still unforgiven, I had beef with one of my closest niggas
But now my only thought, "I can't wait 'til I could scope this nigga"
Or put that infrared beam on top of that Glock, so I could smoke this nigga
I wrote this shit here, knowing my back was up against the wall
I found out when it's real, ain't too much niggas I can call
This for my dog, I made one phone call to my nigga [?]
He said, "it's beef and niggas don't come through, that's just what niggas do"
It's been a few, I got some sticks right now, I'll bring 'em through
And if you need some extra man-power, I'm gon' bring a crew
I'm slangin too, I ain't no killer, but I'm gettin on it
Watch my surroundings, I can't sleep, I'm up 6 in the morning
Paranoid, cause even in the crib I be keeping it on me
These niggas phony, you go through it, the gon' joke all on it
I heard my hoes with my dawg, and that's my so-called homie
I only put my trust in God, these niggas hatin' on me
Been in the kitchen cooking like I got a apron on me
My so-called boys can't make a play, them niggas flakin' on me
They skatin' on me, I been thuggin' while off in that paint
I asked the Lord to give me the strength, to accept what I can
R.I.P. to Capo, man, my mental it tend to go blank
Don't cross that line with them loose lips, your ship what you sink

[Chorus]
This the realest shit I ever wrote
[?], the biggest blunt I ever smoked
Ears open, now they holdin' on to every quote
I-95, I hit the gas, I let the Chevy flow
This the realest shit I ever wrote
[?], the biggest blunt I ever smoked
Ears open, nigga, holdin' on to every quote
I-95, I hit the gas, I let the Chevy flow
Realest shit I ever wrote
Realest shit I ever wrote
One of the realest shit I ever wrote
Realest shit I ever wrote

[Verse 2: PC Tweezie]
Demons in my dreams, it be so hard to sleep
The [?] from these Percocets make it hard to eat
Promoting violence, code of silence, gotta' play for keeps
Slanging narcotics to put Jordans on my daughter feet
Life of a mobster, kill a rat if we know that he snitchin'
[?] who did it, show no love for a sour defendant
Super-charged on a HEMI
Lawyers for charges that's pending
Cheating on all of my women
[?] my father forgive me
Glock on my lap when I'm driving, try me, I'm catching a body
[?], la familia, militant soldier we [?]
[?]
For those who slept on, owe me an apology
Can't capture me, I'm Master P, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Everyday I play it safe, can't leave the house without it
Problem Child and Bruno Mali, bitch, I'm stepping proudly
This the type of shit make a nigga catch a body

[Chorus]
This the realest shit I ever wrote
[?], the biggest blunt I ever smoked
Ears open, now they holdin' on to every quote
I-95, I hit the gas, I let the Chevy flow
This the realest shit I ever wrote
[?], the biggest blunt I ever smoked
Ears open, nigga, holdin' on to every quote
I-95, I hit the gas, I let the Chevy flow
Realest shit I ever wrote
Realest shit I ever wrote
One of the realest shit I ever wrote
Realest shit I ever wrote