I'm On Some Real Shit Lyrics

Little Big G Rabbs homie, Scarface Two
You know I'm saying, I'ma tell you how it f*cken was
How the f*ck it really is
So sit back and relax, enjoy this f*cking primo
I'ma take you deep in the zone
This for your homeboy

Since I started this shit, and that was long ago
It was me Venom Evil and the homeboy Pelon
And ah couple of others, they know who they are
We was rapping at them parties like some HPS stars
For the hood, that was my only fans
Till the demo started leaking to the rest of the
gangs
Then LA found out about the best kept secret
Young trucos from the West was the demo they seeking
Gangsterific, if it was dope you was sniffing
But it's ah bag of that purple so like Marley I
twist one
In the system, I wrote that shady LP
Telling homies in the car I'ma rep them G
And now they see, that it wasn't BS
Ah shout out to the homies and the bitch in TS
Doing big things, they started record labels
Ese all up in the session money stacks on the table

I'm on some real shit, tell me what the f*ck you
want
Muthuf*ckers know it's on when they hearing my song
I'm on some real shit, tell me where the f*ck you at
Ese vatos they get panicked when they seen my strap
I'm on some real shit, tell me where the f*ck you'v
been
From the station to the county I was sent to the pen
I'm on some real shit, tell me what the f*ck this is
So we could meet up in the calles G handle this biz

I started having bad dreams, of making it big
I was rapping in the mirror f*cking pointing that
Smith
I'm making hits, but they were only local
Ese homies drugged up memorize all the vocals
I was in solo, but still life's so hard
That muthuf*cker lose focus, of where you are
And I could say for certain, that I've been
possessed
That p dark smoke I exhaled on my chest
Then I came back stronger each and every time
Ese f*cked the game up with my tactical rhymes
You can't find, another G like this
That'll spit it so froze on some West Side shit f*ck the business, they never thought I would make
it
And them bums that you sign I could tell you they
faking
From beginning to the end I never follow the trend
I just spent more dough from the jale I sent

I'm on some real shit, tell me what the f*ck you
want
Muthuf*ckers know it's on when they hearing my song
I'm on some real shit, tell me where the f*ck you at
Ese vatos they get panicked when they seen my strap
I'm on some real shit, tell me where the f*ck you'v
been
From the station to the county I was sent to the pen
I'm on some real shit, tell me what the f*ck this is
So we could meet up in the calles G handle this biz

I know we had it locked from my boys that was locked
Ese up in the pen plus the streets none stop
Ese heavy rotation, on the under ground circuit
So them 8th street bitches trying to peep how I'm
working
It was simple, my basic formula
Muthuf*cker tried to bite, and I'm storming ya
So f*ck with this, and revoke their shit
Then trip little homies how ah West Sider spit
They play this, the H double od'd
OG's convicts and them LAPD's
Cus their hot on their trail, they got intel
That my narcotic raps, they document sales
This is rhyming, on another level
Vatos sound thee alarm it's like provoking the devil
I know you vibing, off my latest release
On how ah vato make noise till they resting in piss

I'm on some real shit, tell me what the f*ck you
want
Muthuf*ckers know it's on when they hearing my song
I'm on some real shit, tell me where the f*ck you at
Ese vatos they get panicked when they seen my strap
I'm on some real shit, tell me where the f*ck you'v
been
From the station to the county I was sent to the pen
I'm on some real shit, tell me what the f*ck this is
So we could meet up in the calles G handle this biz

Know I'm saying, Wooo
It's like that homie
Yeah
I'll give all you muthuf*ckers the blue's
I'm on some real shit

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