Trigger Tha Gambler - The Game's Real lyrics

[Verse One: Ice-T] Enough time has pa**ed, false prophets steering you wrong You won't appreciate my wisdom, 'til I'm dead and I'm gone Underground dead from combat Laid down on the floor.. in some club Girls scream at the ocean of blood No use to call the paramedics, to hit me with the fifth energetic Close range, cut in the base of my brain Blew my face on through some b**h's head, before I hit the ground Some n***a touched me in the chest, and blew it out with the pound My n***as didn't have chance to move, they used silenced weaponry Couldn't hear the sound, as the club ba** bound All you heard was.. Yo, Ice is on the ground The a**a**ins, when they heard this up, stepped back and mixed in with the crowd Gloom broke into hysteria, spot went wild A lot of b**hes yelling and crying, while fake n***as smile I heard voices of my loved ones said I leave the party God kisses my face as I leave my body [Interlude: Deuce Fever] Yo, I wanna see what the f**'s happening! Yo, yo, back off my man, man! (*Sample of L.A.P.D. sirens*) Awww sh**! y'all [Chorus: Ice-T X2] The game is real, anyone can get touched up Get moved on, left in a plunger blood No matter how gangster you are, how deep your crew n***as can get you if they want to [Verse Two: Mark Live] Yo.. yo.. yo.. attack mode Look, listen, it's the general.. code Gully and gutter, I roll with some box cutters I'm bringing.. f**ing Jersey City n***as We got.. tons of triggers, for tons of n***as We walk and talk a lot, we run some n***as No glitter and glades, it's guns and n***as Nightclubs or your social clubs Backstage with your membrane, on the side of your freeway It's ugly, the bomb squashed blonde b**h for our sh** It's M-16s switch off clips Bullets ripped fleshy d**h right through your kids Except your bids, except all that sh** you did Uhh.. you can't hide in the town houses When two n***as are nine-ing like two ounces Scarface Colombia, Walker Tah's style surrounding, your white b**hes out [Chorus: Ice-T X2] [Verse Three: Ice-T] Now, if you f*ggots got some questions about how real this is A straight Strong-Arm, half of you n***as in the biz' Your bodyguard, b**h made, motherf**ing fake a** who*es Can't even roll for dolo, walk through your own hood solo n***as push up and change-snatch your logo The truth is.. no homeboys are brought through Your own crew is destorying you So now you're carrying guns, you know, you won't shoot You copped a new whip, had to get a bulletproof You wanted to be Rap-Star, now, you're too shook to move Cause the streets say the words, you kid gotta prove Living a lie, you might die, in this game of hot caption who*es Check your rearview you're being followed [Chorus: Ice-T X2] [Verse Four: Trigger Tha Gambler] Eat the dick, if it be.. we gonna shoot from a block away We keep with heat, and turn your face into a plot to play Yeah, we spray out your feet and watch you burn in a flock away Nerd, n***as stop and pray Heard, they can't drop the lay We come out, run out, one route to Dun-house We're about to blow his wig off "yeah yeah" n***a we jump out, pump out, dump out Infront of the Dun house with the sun-hounds sh** to peel off and I'm.. running the trot like crooked cops Taking capes, pushing weight, while I shipped this back From California to the.. Hill Tah, Comille fitting dots Activille for them bills and he'll get drop [verse Five: Smoothe Da Hustler] Look I.. show guys and buyers we're not kidding I know the size, brothers stick-bys, when we start spitting They go beside rocks and dodge with guns ticking But it's devilish regardless the art is squash business [Chorus: Ice-T X2]