[Styles P + (Gerald Levert):]

(From the heart)

This *** is crazy Storch

(From the soul)

Thank you my nigga (yeah, yeahhh)

I appreciate it (ooooooh, from the heart)

Y'know I'm so much in the street (well well well)

I don't get a good look all the time (it's f'real)

So thank you (it's f'real, it's f'real, yeah) "In God We Trust," it says it on the dollar bill

So should I say hallelujah?

Matter fact, what's a dollar to ya? Is it a paper painted green

or the root of all evil like your father schooled you?

They wanna bill me quick, niggaz wanna kill me quick

Gotta spend a buck for somethin nice at the dealership

Can't work for minimum wage nigga, to tell the truth

That's why I live in a cage nigga

Soon to be dependin on haze nigga, *** and I ain't pretendin

When a crook get a book with a happy endin

Dawg I'm in the bad mood most the time

Nine milli' have you close to dyin

But it's senseless, when I can let loose

and just spit a sentence of some absurd ***

Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped

I know crime ain't rhyme but I prefer this [Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad libs]

This is the real ***, givin niggaz real fits

And if you can't handle it

Then you ain't been where I been

And you ain't been where I been

This is for real ***, givin niggaz real fits

And if you can't handle it

Then you ain't been where I been

And you ain't been where I been, this is for real [Styles P:]

Die fo' what you believe in

Get high for numerous reasons, no confession, no {?}

Just me in a dark room and the fumes that I breathe in

Spirit leave the physical, leave off the Earth

Then I breeze on the burst cause I'm cursed with bein lyrical

Dawg I decapitate niggaz, I never was yellow

But I'm nicer than the happy-face sticker

All I need's a beat and the mic gloved up

Your career's goin good 'til you're bumpin into me

And I hit you with some *** that make your life *** up

Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy

if God intervene or Christ jump up... what? [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P]

***'s close to the end and I ain't a beginner

Think I got a little thinner, only thing I mean is that

everybody dinner - this the house of pain

Tell everybody in there, I'ma bring it to 'em right

Money burn, guns fire, led finger to a life

Change your address, feds follow when they glue the kite

*** is all love, same time it's real too

Move OT or go and kill 'em 'fore they kill you [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P: over Chorus]

This is the Ghost nigga, Double R and D-Block

Scott Storch, whattup [Gerald Levert:]

No no no no no NOOOOOO~! No no NO!

You ain't been where I been, no no!

No no no no no no no no no nooooooo... [Styles P:]

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