Yo, what's up with all these niggas   On these muthafuckin' records talkin' all this bullshit   I ain't tryin' to hear that shit, man   These bitches ain't players, man      Peace to my street niggas movin' that weight   Much love to my comrades who's out in upstate   Mad connections from the bottom to the top of the game   Street fame, I got much that's in touch with my name      Got a overload of guns to unload on a lame nigga trippin'   Wake up my posse, interrup' the Rémy sippin'   Four in your back and keep bailin'   Listen to the HK wailin' and your vital signs failin'      Everyone that ever met me knows   I work bitches like niggas, pimp niggas like hoes   Command a mack that's immaculate, your girl's naked   You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you best to check it      For ten years I been connected to the top of this   Hold your breath, kid, I'm never droppin' this   Too busy rollin' off them fat chrome rims   And niggas who trip get sung hymns      We crash clubs and security shits   'Cause they know they got size but they know we keep clips   Crazy muthafuckas lickin' shots in doors   Leavin' suckers' bodies bleedin' over nightclub floors      You don't want none, son, stay gone   Break north when I come and you might live long   Yeah, my face kickin' treble, you're just a pebble   You're gettin' rocked, yo, E, cock the glock      And let these niggas know, yo, that the west don't play none   Fire shoots out of my strap like a ray-gun   You broke ill and you cold fucked up   Now you're bleedin' through your fingers while you're holdin' your gut      So get your money how you want to, friend   But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win   The game of life is only fake and true   But it's all about the dollars when the day is through      Get your money how you want to, friend   But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win   The game of life is only fake and true   But it's all about the dollars when the day is through      It's the return of the real   Return of the real      I go deep into the street life's anatomy   A nigga take me out, yo, what a upset that'd be   And if I fall I fall on cushions, [Incomprehensible]   Hittin' niggas up with the tec and watch the blood gushin'      I see your videos, a 100 niggas in it you don't know   Framed in the lens, bought friends   Who really got your back, nigga, check it out   You really possess like zero street clout      The only place you're safe is in the studio   Yellin' in the mic, you'se a bitch, that's right   I take a nigga like you and make him prostitute cute   So what you got a gun, punk, you're scared to shoot      You front hardcore, but I don't feel ya   Kids from my hood'll take your punk ass and peel ya   Let me check my Rolex quick because time's money   Squintin' from the pavet face because it's kinda sunny      Skinnin' the top back, flossin' the rag and the thing   Feelin' the sun, backin' off of my pinky ring   Hittin' the 'Shaw with my niggas and clown   Lift the ass, hit the switch, raise the front off the ground      But most of the time you can't see a nigga   Deep in the archives parlayin' new ways to get my bank bigger      So get your money how you want to, friend   But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win   The game of life is only fake and true   But it's all about the dollars when the day is through      So get your money how you want to, friend   But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win   The game of life is only fake and true   But it's all about the dollars when the day is through      It's the return of the real