[Lloyd Banks]
I don't look for trouble, trouble finds me
I be chilling with the grillin right beside me
Wisely he put his f**ing eyes back in place
I don't need a case to come out a one year ace
You should see my face, n***as feed you BS
b**hes feed me grapes
I feed off negativity its easy bait
All my n***as need a plate and those that don't even hate
Those that don't believe in fate
Suffer from denial
Its funny how I succeed
I be f**ing up a while
How they were getting their shot
While i was stuck under the bowel
Drove 100 valve makes me smile
My lifestyle style make it rain on the crowd
A black cloud, i make a movie n***a
Act wild, Stephen King em, bring em
With the flowers beds and n***as singing
I'm swinging and my medallions a hundred thousand
They crowd em in public housing cause I grew up round em
What up n***a
[talking]
[Chrous]
Its the return of the real
This ain't real
The game
Ain't nothing changed
Except the change and these n***as looking strange
The return of the real
Off the brain smelling like Mary Jane
And my chain I'm as raw as c**aine
Its the return of the real
Dont complain, up your game, maintain
Keep it still sh** is real in the field
The return of the real and I return
To whom it may concern
These n***as dont learn
They being burnt, burnt
[Verse 2]
Crispy like a n***a down in Memphis
We kicking down fences
Clearing out the entrance
You could be my apprentice or get sent to the dentist
Right off the benches shine every sentence
In my attendance take off them fake pendants
Them cubics and them oc's i do this like the og's
Im realer than a d**h threat
25 to life debt, they ain't cut off my lights yet
Man i ain't breaking light sweat
Getting diamond bright neck
Forget it I do not change
I put it on a nice check you already know my price range
Bet it all on a dice game
6.45 and I've been giving back to the hood
Rap robbin nuttin
To that g sh** you don't want it with me sh**
That wood for wood million would give it to you for free sh**
What you blow up your weed with
Get high speed sh** with, as long as I got the gift I dont need sh**
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Box cutter cuttings bring Buck in
These n***as duckin all over nothin
Cos nothin is enough to get turned into dust
Chrome burners you thrust
Cos ain't no sympathy in this game for you and us
Plus n***as throwin dirt on your name
Who could you trust who could you call
God forbid you take another fall
All we got round here is crack, hip hop and ball
Kids ain't kids, kids got clips co*ked an' all
Imma ball whether big or small
Hood coach i call the shots
I just stand out cos a n***a tall
No holds barred with the God
Im show five the hoes jog
To the (?) for a throat job
They want that gutter back
No prob, i slick ….. of oil (?)
They know i go hard
About as hard as it is to stay out them cuffs
…. me
n***as AK out this truck
[Chorus]