Return Of The Real Lyrics - Vi: Return Of The Real - Ice T

Yo, what's up with all these niggas 

On these muthafuckin records talkin all this bullshit 

(Man, I don't know about these niggas out here 

Them other sucker-ass niggas, them old fake-ass bitches) 

I ain't tryin to hear that shit, man 

These bitches ain't players, man 

(Yeah man 

You know these niggas out here been fakin for years, man 

I'm glad my nigga Ice comin with that HP shit 

That high-powered shit..) 

[ VERSE 1 ] 

Peace to my street niggas movin that weight 

Much love to my comrads 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 

For real 

[ CHORUS ] 

So get your money how you want to, friend 

But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win 

(Return of the real) the game of life is only fake and true 

But it's all about the dollars when the day is through 

[ Hot Dollar ] 

(Cause the pimps don't get no bigger 

Than these here niggas) 

It's the return of the real 

(These muthafuckas best to get to recognize 

Before I gets to chastizin 

Cause see, the shit all ties in 

It's just some of that pimp, player, hustler shit 

Ice-T been around for a while now 

Nigga was gangbangin when gangbangin wasn't even cool, nigga 

What you know about that shit?) 

[ VERSE 2 ] 

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, ??? 

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 (think about) 

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 

[ CHORUS ] 

[ Hot Dollar ] 

(As I slides up out the do' 

Gots to give a special props shout out to that nigga the O.G. 

Got muthfuckin Red in the house 

[Name] and the muthafuckin ringleader of funk, DJ Ace 

Hot Dollar's up in this muthafucka 

If you didn't know 

Count your muthafuckin blessings and handcuff your hoe 

You know what I'm sayin? 

It's all good for my hood 

Comp-town in the muthafuckin house 

Nigga don't know well I tell ya like this 

West Hollywood Hills 

That's the deal, fool 

You know I know the rules..)