Real Talk (feat. Bigg Rocc, Goldie Loc & Tray Deee)
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[Intro] (*MC Ren and Tray Deee foot Steps shaking up the Ground*) [Tray Deee] yeah, yeah, aiy y'all [MC Ren] What? [Tray Deee] they said they was comin' to get us [MC Ren] Who? ha ha ha ha, where they at? [Tray Deee] Come on (*Gun cocked*) We stay ready, these niggas can't fuck with this shit Ha ha, y'all didn't know me, we live, eat and breathe Sleeve this gangster shit, nigga (*Gun Cocked*) And dream that shit
[Verse 1: MC Ren] Who wants, them niggas that be makin' niggas shit all day Groopie niggas be tryin' to come, no way Mothafuckin' Villain don't play This ain't no fuckin' Hip-Hop parade (*Gun cocked*) We just some niggas from the streets You mothafuckers be talkin' like Villain won't eat Look at your bitch, she about to leave you to get to me Mothafuckin' Villain with Goldie Loc and Tray Deee, Deee, Deee (*Gun cocked*) We be keepin' these bitches up out they distance Bitch niggas be starin' but they don't want attempt us Compton niggas be actin' crazy like Eighty Seven Who the mothafuckers?, we're the mothafuckers (*Gun cocked*) Take the whole westcoast then shut down the Ruckers With mothafuckin' Low-riders, fast bikers and truckers (*Gun Shot*) I'm the mothafuckin' Villain, fuck these other fools Can't fuck with this, they got me pissed
(*3 Gun Shot*)
[Hook: Bigg Rocc] We on the East Side, where my niggas ride Robberies, homicides, makin' mamas cry They say who am I to be talkin' this? We just some gangbang niggas on that thug shit (*Gun cocked*) So who you fuckin' with?, my nigga Tray Deee Goldie Loc, my nigga 'Ren brought the three Woofin' the crap out, I seen up snake eyes And your fear in your face cause you about to die
[Verse 2: Tray Deee] I carried in the coast choas across America Hardheaded nigga, never carried a Derringer I own large caliber, hard to cause a massacre (*Gun cocked*) Make my heat up bang quick like Abracadabra Hit you when the passenger, laughin' as we blast at ya With more storm troopers then the battle starts galactic-a (*Gun Shot*) Blowin' up your subways, stoppin' up the tunnel Fuck the microphone, bring your chrome to the rumble (*Gun cocked*) Turnin' up the silver satin, bout to get bang out Right when we light it, have them put the flames out Turnin' out the Award Show and snatchin' your platinum Better stay up in them Hollywood suites and the mansions (*Gun cocked*) Have my brain been givin' all you niggas a warning We stay out in the streets so we gonn' get you regardless (*Gun Shot*) And ain't no way to run cause we united and stretchin' And if you want some real shit, get wild with the west then (*Gun cocked*)
[Hook: Bigg Rocc with Goldie Loc] We on the East Side, where my niggas ride Robberies, homicides, makin' mamas cry They say who am I to be talkin' this? We just some gangbang niggas on that thug shit (*Gun cocked*) So who you fuckin' with?, my nigga Tray Deee Goldie Loc, my nigga 'Ren brought the three Woofin' the crap out, I seen up snake eyes And your fear in your face cause you about to die
[Verse 3: Goldie Loc] Ha ha, speakin' my intuition, just listen to my mack sense Tellin' my life story, gettin' serious with this "for real" I got a problem with you, hate me comin' And runnin' with this scum and drum Fill you up with hollow points and get your lungs with the dump (*Gun Cocked*) We're from the city, where the city gets shitty Hittin' off brand niggas get filled up with fifty (*Bullets Sprayed*) Slugs to the back of your window Stick to the script, so your ass won't get hit with this (*Gun cocked*) Somebody stop me cause I'm makin' too much noise down