Lloyd Banks - The return of the real lyrics

[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]