Chorus: QB   It's be them real life ghetto shit   Be couple grounds, listen close while niggas run it down   Games not to be played, '99 straight chips, hot chicks   We got no time for these dicks   (Push the hot whips)   Burn trees, drink hennecy   When I die you'll remember me   So when I'll die you'll remember me   This be some real life ghetto shit      [LG]   Niggas thinkin shit is sweet   But I aint with too much talkin, I'mma let my heat speak   And don't get caught asleep with some with a freak   'cause the chicks I deal with give me everything cheap, chief      [Mr. Cheeks]   I hear them talkin, we push the whips and still walkin   Yo this nigga done, cousin stick a fork in him   Try to warn him, my little brother and they team they   had to run up on him   A new asshole, they chon him      [LG]   These chicks opened up they cheeks, deep note they meat   Whatever, they play for keeps just to keep some fresh feet   The streets, we from the streets, we gotta hold heat   No matter where we go, never know if we got beef      [Mr. Cheeks]   Aiyo, niggas on the streets, nobody speaks   But when it's showtime, they on line, che che che che   Listen, nigga play your position   You was glisten, when a nigga like me had no pot to piss in      [LG]   Yo I feel you god, this rap life shit is really hard   I spent my money at the bar, but I still be large   Charge cards, your garage for my truck   My cellys off the nuts, yo Cheeks wake the fuck up!      [Mr. Cheeks]   Yo fuck the dumb shit, we spit official slum shit   Yo what the fuck, is that the best a nigga come with   I love the night life, a gift to soak my right rhymes   I got a pint of henny backwards and a light dime      [LG]   And I know that it hurts Cheeks, I love my niggas   So my niggas come first Cheeks, you feel me son?   Fuck the trips, fuck the whips and exotic women   Let's stack the dough so we can see ya niggas out of prison   We miss 'em      Chorus      [Mr. Cheeks]   Aiyo these niggas wanna outline us   What's the deal god, they hard to find us   Be prepared to feel my nine bust   Took my brother from me, aiyo you know how deep the slum be   But youse afraid to even come see      [LG]   Ghetto and grimy, with chicks with Timbs   The streets are dims, the heats on hits   The freak are pimps, the hood livin   Where bummy niggas gotta lie to dough   I'm not a pimp, but I still gotta buy them hoes      [Mr. Cheeks]   Take a cold heart jeans, surrounded by the crack heads and dope fiends   The type of no hope seems, life stays in the mix   Rather be judged by twelve, then carried by six   I need the fix      [LG]   Chicks so intimited, cause I'm not innovative   Hey yo, they mad 'cause I made it, I'm glad that they hate it   Blow them away, coin toss, throw her away   Put your clothes on trick, nobody told you to stay, bitch!      Chorus      [Mr. Cheeks]   My hot outta stay drips   Lead the hot outta stay chicks   The shorty named toots push the six   Love to shake her shimmy, seen her one night, me and Bimmy   Aiyo some more she wanna give me?      [LG]   And you can catch me in the city spinnin   5 A.M., window crack with my teeth grinnin   With the sight, straight livin   While I'm lookin at these pretty women   Crossin the light, they lookin at me   Like this niggas winnin, I know they hate me      Chorus