The Realness

Verse 1: Co$$

Cash-us, Co$$
Holla, dolla, dolla, when ya see me
(?) park in your area
The palm side in your...face
Yo, yo, yo
Land of the Latins
Mutherfuck scrappin'
Coming from Los Angelous scandalous
Where they clappin'
Raw rhyme constructor
I don't need an instructor or teacher
To reach the pinnacle and spit that ether
Either
I'm real trill ill and you void, avoid truth
Like John was Co$$ and Troy was blue
Not true
Sleepwalking is not you
Nin-jitsu then hotchoo bless you
Got moves like Shannon Brown
Hand on the rock your man is down
Got bruising
Beyond light, drop jewels into God's hand
And when he rock below the heavens make the gods dance
Before I woke wasn't no joke
Pistol smoke, shell casings on the floor
Hell waiting for your boy
And fuck your love
I get joy from my own life's existence
I'm a Laker, no love for the Celtics or the Pistons
You more like a Clipper
Fuck what you think
The kind of nigga that drink the same water you piss in
I be on a mission
Like gangsters in the city when they twist a nigga cap back
Blap with the bisquit, black with the fist raised
Had a big mouth since the fifth grade
Never had a master or no sensei
All you niggas BS, all you niggas regress
Run up on me, nigga you gonna meet death
I put on the side palm, murk park
Firearms murk ya'll, words'll burn ya down
Take your skirts off, word up
Bring them sucka niggas murder
Lil homies stick the herb up
Reppin' for the section throw the turf up
Ya'll niggas do this cause you can and I do this 'cause I'm destined
Livin' in this wild wild western society
Don't believe these niggas 'cause they lyin G
Telling ya'll the real, thats what I be doin
Yup
I'm telling ya'll the ill, cause thats what I be doin'
Yo, sleepwalking through society
Ain't no iller style as he