Lyrics:
For real
Riding round in a striking getting money nigga
Hello hello
Show you how to get money nigga
Where you at where you at
Three phones beating
the troopers brought the cans out
Ran in the house, snatched princess & took his man out
Just casualties of the war we know
A set up by his evil brother
Except for what's right
And it kinda makes me mad
It kinda makes me sad
I'm tryna show the whole world its time to love our dad's
I'm tryna show the whole
the closer we get to the truth
State troopers or FED's come out to silence you
My house in Malibu probably tapped
Because living next door to Demi Moore
Sweet sixteen I get to take a spin
Windows rolled down wind’s all on my skin
T-boned by a speeding stoner hard
Momma’s Trooper’s totaled but what’s
insane
Why the world insane
Why the world insane
Hey mothafucka I'm real as shit
Everything I'm talkin bout real as, real as shit
Aw yeah I'm back
Got my hands on a little bit of dough
So I went to the grocery store
And got some steaks to go
Went by, and picked up my gal, Teddi Jo
We had
Yeah, muthafuckas
It's time for the real Legion of Doom
Buddah Man, tell em we ain't havin it
[ Buddah Man ]
Yeah, silly rabbit
Fuck that shit
and kidnap, we wanted by the big boys
Man I was born in this world of sin
I played the cards I was given, ain't got a quarter so I'm stuck in it
Ghetto livin'
her smile
Their commitment to each other
Burned like a forest fire
Otis on the radio singing Stand By Me
As a trooper pulled them over
And said
There's a party going on in here, for real
I got more product than Ron Popeil
So deal with that, troop, we're troopers
The only air time you get
hungry, you getting robbed
By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics
Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae shit
Straight off the muthafucking concrete,
thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
She thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by
charges tupac's aunt Assata Shakur
Was also a member of the
Black Panther Party she was accused of
Killing a New Jersey state
Trooper she eventually fled
break it down
Pass it all around
This is not a theory, the conspiracy is real
They wanna put me in a
Straightjacket in a padded room
And tell the world is
the deuce up
To all the real ones in the field getting they loot up
I salute my troopers, real captains on this planet not even Duke could nuke 'em
You super
The lion of Judah, Grand Poobah, I chuck the deuce up
To all the real ones in the field getting they loot up
I salute my troopers, real captains on this
souls is the real bag
My wife love me, God mo'! That's the real bag
Makin a difference in this world is the real bag
Knowledge is power, read somethin',
to the truth
State troopers or feds come out to silence you
My house in Malibu, probably tapped
?Cause livin? next door to Demi Moore, plus I'm black
Plus I
Woke up this morning to the empty charges
I've got the feeling it's the same all over the world
A nightmare of noise without movement
Laws of fashion
Excuse me trooper, will you be needing any packets
today? Yo, b, don't be throwin' on my jacket, ok?
Cool, just trying to get your attention
So
this funky brother, it's like no other
You feel the bass bouncin' off the walls like rub-bah
The real McCoy this ain't no toy or another
How do we do
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
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