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of choppers 
Carol City will make holes in you so big, 
They can't be plugged by doctors 

Nigga, this is the real Dade County 
Where we are soldiers from
A thousand eyes they, they look at you

[Repeat x3]
Oh come on! 
Yeah yeah yeah

Oh come on! [Repeat x3]
Yeah yeah yeah

Where faces shine
A real low
Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be 
(Say what?) 

[Chorus: x3]
Uh, I get da drop on you niggas 
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
of choppers 
Carol City will make holes in you so big, 
They can't be plugged by doctors 

Nigga, this is the real Dade County 
Where we are soldiers from
And you celebrate your fame
You celebrate your impostors kingdom
Nothing is real anymore
They claim to feed us the truth
It's the deepest hypocrisy
missing
If you didn't have him to sing
To sing about

Three headed monsters they want your money 
Wanna be in the picture, be your friend
They fill
see dark eyed Michael
With his dark eyed bride
Those three are on my mind
And three proud mothers
Weeping side by side
Those three are on my mind
diluted or polluted 
You could fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause it's deep rooted 
I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter 
For underestimatin' as I'm
of LA, they'll never die
They'll just multiply
All you putos who ain't real
Ese keep trucha for my steel

Another crazy day, another crazy trip
The homies
of your coat 
Seen you walk away saying my eyes in smoke 
You are dressible, look-able 
All the man dem after yuh 
They claim you do something they just
known ya'll ain't wanted with these three time losers
The open surgeons heart removers
Niggaz think they gon' stop my ones
Put a contract out and stop
known ya'll ain't wanted with these three time losers
The open surgeons heart removers
Niggaz think they gon' stop my ones
Put a contract out and stop
forgive
Those three are on my mind

I know of Tom paints water tree
I know the price of liberty
Now I ask the question that is deep inside of me
Did they
known ya'll ain't wanted with these three time losers
The open surgeons heart removers
Niggaz think they gon' stop my ones
Put a contract out and stop
thuggin in the khakis boots and skullies 
And since I'm weed fiend for the green nigga gotta make that money man
 
(8x)
It's real always

(verse 3)
Last
Three thousand!!! 
Three thousand!! 
I crank up lyrical flows  spit spats  what's that 
The pattern records  don't touch the DATs  yo 
Check out
If you didn't have him to sing
To sing about

Three headed monsters
They want your money wanna be in the picture
Be your friend
They fill your pool
love just keep hopin
Knowin these rainy days, they can't last forever
Tellin myself,"young world things will only get better"

[Repeat 3x]
It's only
They claim that I'm violent, just 'cause I refuse to be silent
These hypocrites are havin' fits, 'cause I'm not buyin' it
Defyin' it, envious
Low-ri-der, low-ri-der

Coming through fo' real we Cypress Hill, oh baby
Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, going gangsta crazy
We some real life
gone
Just a heartbeat from the past
But I went from paper wings
To the real thing at last

I am the elder Utah Smith
I take all as they are
I was
Making it too real for them to see
That their strength was an illusion
Fueled by dreams of glory writing
Their own story
Knowing that no man should be
remember the illest brother claims respect!

Like I said I`m an ill kid, so never dare test me
They want to arrest me 'cause i`m causing a frenzy
Fake
the fun
You're alone now
How can you waste all your life
You're deep in trouble man
If you wanna stop your bllody mess
Run by our side
The you will live
and Mitch, followin my cousin Murdoch 

All the brothers were real, goin for what they feel 
By the way, peace to my man Sha and Big Neal 
Now in