D-Block - Real sh** lyrics

{*automatic gunfire*} [T. Waters] Yo, this ain't a motherf**in game n***a (Real sh**) real sh** (ride out) ride out (Ride out) RIDE OUT (ride out) RIDE OUT! E'rybody a k**er until a k**er approaches And then, all that hocus, pocus boastin You no wins, callin the field up and the drama done build up And this poverty's the cards that they dealed us n***as that will bust behind bars don't act tough Without no dust, n***as don't go nuts! I'm good, chain dangle in every hood Leather and wood, I ain't on no celebrity bull Could never be full, until my niece is obese Won't sleep 'til e'ry one of my folks eat Dig a ditch, large amount {?} high G My n***a {?} go to sleep with a mac on the sheets And now, we done started some new sh**, exclusive Gangsta, if you refuse it, you stupid WHOO KID? No not the DJ, the D.A Play what he say on replay, what you did Instead of 1-2, n***as doin two bids He got life, you slid to a new crib And no one know where you live But e'rybody know exactly what you did n***as'll act cool 'til they get them a lil' bid, sh** That's when they flip and start to act like a little b**h My, n***a for life, motherf**er's a hypocrite The way the bullet hit him probably think they was intimate I'll stand on feet like planted trees I'm on my A-game, never switch plans to B The man you see, see, I got plans to be In position where I ain't gotta carry grams with me When I ride 45 in my hand with me Gangsta clique, organized, we a family And when the last gun fire and the smoke clear We gon' be standin right there like sh** 'chea I got the 40 on me homey, not a big beer And guerilla n***as actin like big bears My man Ruger up in Vancouver with the Landcruiser That's my mans and, he was hand to hand distributors Heard blam, n***as hoppin out of vans tryin to shoot us Shot back, n***a hit the gas tank, sh** blew up {*KABOOM*}