Ice-T Return Of The Real Lyrics

Yo, what's up with all these n____s
On these m____fuckin records talkin all this bullshit
(Man, I don't know about these n____s out here
Them other sucker-a__ n____s, them old fake-a__ b____es)
I ain't tryin to hear that s___, man
These b____es ain't players, man
(Yeah man
You know these n____s out here been fakin for years, man
I'm glad my n____ Ice comin with that HP s___
That high-powered s___..)

[ VERSE 1 ]
Peace to my street n____s movin that weight
Much love to my comrads who's out in upstate
Mad connections from the bottom to the top of the game
Street fame, I got much that's in touch with my name
Got a overload of guns to unload on a lame n____ trippin
Wake up my posse, interrup the Rémy-sippin
Four in your back and keep bailin
Listen to the HK wailin and your vital signs failin
Everyone that ever met me knows
I work b____es like n____s, pimp n____s like hoes
Command a mack that's immaculate, your girl's naked
You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you best to check it
For ten years I been connected to the top of this
Hold your breath, kid, I'm never droppin this
Too busy rollin off them fat chrome rims
And n____s who trip get sung hymns
We crash clubs and security s___s
Cause they know they got size but they know we keep clips
Crazy m____fuckas lickin shots in doors
Leavin suckers' bodies bleedin over nightclub floors
You don't want none, son, stay gone
Break north when I come and you might live long
Yeah, my face kickin treble, you're just a pebble
You're gettin rocked, yo E, c___ the glock
And let these n____s know, yo, that the west don't play none
Fire shoots out of my strap like a ray-gun
You broke ill and you cold f___ed up
Now you're bleedin through your fingers while you're holdin your gut
For real

[ CHORUS ]
So get your money how you want to, friend
But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win
(Return of the real) the game of life is only fake and true
But it's all about the dollars when the day is through

[ Hot Dollar ]
(Cause the pimps don't get no bigger
Than these here n____s)

It's the return of the real

(These m____fuckas best to get to recognize
Before I gets to chastizin
Cause see, the s___ all ties in
It's just some of that pimp, player, hustler s___
Ice-T been around for a while now
n____ was g_______in when g_______in wasn't even cool, n____
What you know about that s___?)

[ VERSE 2 ]
I go deep into the street life's anatomy
A n____ take me out - yo, what a upset that'd be
And if I fall I fall on cushions, ???
Hittin n____s up with the Tec and watch the blood gushin
I see your videos, a 100 n____s in it you don't know
Framed in the lens, bought friends
Who really got your back, n____, check it out
You really possess like zero street clout (think about)
The only place you're safe is in the studio
Yellin in the mic, you'se a b____, that's right
I take a n____ like you and make him prostitute cute
So what you got a gun, punk, you're scared to shoot
You front hardcore, but I don't feel ya
Kids from my hood'll take your punk a__ and peel ya
Let me check my Rolex quick because time's money
Squintin from the Pavet face because it's kinda sunny
Skinnin the top back, flossin the rag and the thing
Feelin the sun, backin off of my pinky ring
Hittin the 'Shaw with my n____s and clown
Lift the a__, hit the switch, raise the front off the ground
But most of the time you can't see a n____
Deep in the archives parlayin new ways to get my bank bigger

[ CHORUS ]

[ Hot Dollar ]
(As I slides up out the do'
Gots to give a special props shout out to that n____ the O.G.
Got muthfuckin Red in the house
[Name] and the m____fuckin ringleader of funk, DJ Ace
Hot Dollar's up in this m____fucka
If you didn't know
Count your m____fuckin blessings and handcuff your hoe
You know what I'm sayin?
It's all good for my hood
Comp-town in the m____fuckin house
n____ don't know well I tell ya like this
West Hollywood Hills
That's the deal, fool
You know I know the rules..)