Master P - The Real lyrics

I don't know whats wrong wit these f**az, Alwayz winin alwayz cryin he ain't doin this fo me she ain't doin dat. Motha f**a get wit me i try to teach a motha f**a somthin and then they just jump in here talk about goin AWOL who the f** goin AWOL man i let these motha f**az in here, then they go to the f**in white man and sell they fukin sole for a couple o b**hez and a blunt man. How we supposed to respect that whoadie, if any f**in producers runnin they mouth man i'll pay fo the equip met a motha f**a couldn't even make beef fo a hundred and two dollaz man. show a n***a how ta deal some papa, and dats what i get in return man. How u talkin bout u ain't wit no limit no more? y don't u bring bak the tank then whoadie? You ain't gawta bring it bak to me man i kno u scared, mail it to me. What r ya keepin it fo protection? What are ya gonna do wit the tatoos punta? Cover it up wit a suit? Thats somthin that some b**hez would do. Oh Yeah, when i met ya ya'll had nothin, now ya gone and ya got nothin again punta. Ain't no real n***az gone f** wit ya. Sell all the stories ya want to the inquirer i don't give a f**. I don't have no image to hold, you do, i'm from the streets, where you from? Wha u gone call the police and press charges every time ya get ya a** whooped? What kinda gangsta are u punta?