real talk.

[Irish-dipstick]

am going to talk on wats real to me.

watz real is a gangsta on the grind
something i aint in but i got a military mind
i got them laid back lyrics that a snap ur spine,
but am kinda ok wit when u talk real
if u don't then don't expect me to feel
ur deal, now i aint part and but plus
u a sn!tch but thatz ok u puss,
but i see were u coming from when
u sn!tchin and they be b!tchin if i
have to do it for my crew then u going down
u threw, it all depend thats why i don't
judge 50 i either hate it or love it
i'm on bout the music the real the blood spit,
all i here is bullsh!t yet still i spit yo i got respect
and that keep me going i got the heart and thats
wat keep me flowing, if u getting ur money by any
means necessary whether u on the streets or
go to university just for the abursory an tonite
another gone and now we bury, a life is much like
past how can i get past when i get blasted and
am now in fostered, i always prepered for the worst
am ready to look after my family if trouble come
if it calculate and thatz the final sum death by gun,
yet i aint no gangsta no way wat so ever
i got a military mind but i gather facts all to be clever,
i would never imagine that i would be in a grave
but thatz my life in death to admitt this am saved,
i came with the heat straight to ur face now u know
that i flow i diss u on a track no matter how much u
puff and blow, i express it on sohh net battle so wat
do u have a contract it aint that easy hustle
from cradle to grave and tustle am the real heat
aka the muscle, for respect thatz wat am riding
for kik in the door thatz wat am killing for there be
no-one realer so get to the floor, this is the next chapter
b!tch end up a sn!tch no i slap her cause i do anything
for my crew i said it before but i'll kik down ur door, pull u
outta the house now wat this real sh!t all about.


tell me real b!tches stand up.

[Irish-dipstick]

jump on this sh!t like a funky beat
i whoop ur head boy i'll murder u put u to sleep
u a creep wit a jeep and u a tom who peep,
yet tome again ur name homosexual sh!t thats
ur game i punch u outta the frame u claim to me
like g-units claim to 50's fame, no wat is going down
wat u talking for wat u wanna do now do nothing
b!tch just bow while i flow, like is rains it pours
like i knock and i kik in ur door, similar to head
b!tch u mine whos daddy now when i run wit
that sound i'll put u in the ground look its
ur og bandana i found, let this rap round head
of a real man let this rap wrap round me like fake
tan let the beef flow and bury u like ur head in the
sound, this is subliminal or is it who could i be talk
bout when i say u back from a fight u start cause u afraid
to get hit u get spilt while i get spit and u get sh!t.

.....i call it karma i hustle harder.