(feat. Harm)

Real ^!$$%s

(Let's make this official, baby)
Real before rappin
Respect before success


[Harm]
I've been down

For oh so long
Starin at these prison walls


I want you to...
Step in my 150s for a minute
Step in my shoes

Walk in my shoes
Yeah
Just want you to see things like how I see em

You know
This's for all my ^!$$%s out there
Check it out


Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell
C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell

Punk police cowboy from Texas
Talkin some %#@! bout servin breakfast
It's 5:15, he must be psycho

Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go
I cussed him out, he gave me distance
And pressed his body alarm for quick $$#istance

Now these mutha$#&@as wanna do it the rough way
Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre
Straight to the hole, but it ain't no thang

My celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang
See the lt. for the disposition
28 days commissary restriction

2 days later back on the main line
Dopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine
25 cartons, now I'm straight

Keep 17, and the homeboys 8
Cop some hop, start back boomin
Got em sendin money on the Western Union

2 fat gramms of that china white
Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight
Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank

And 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink
Now I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window
Drinkin pruno, smokin indo

Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce
They lock a ^!$$% down for resistance counts
Look at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin

Might even do a little masturbatin
Trippin off that (*##$ Dominique
I bust one quick while my celly sleep

Doors rack open, now it's time for movement
!@%& pruno got a ^!$$% too bent
Bounce to the movies with my homies

The title sound good, but the %#@! was phoney
Damn cigarettes won't let me breathe
^!$$%s gettin restless, wantin to leave

The lights flash on, quick as $#&@
Somebody in the bathroom just got stuck
If he makes it, he'll be lucky

Six inch blade stuck straight in gutry
25 cops rush the spot
Now I got one-time on my jock

Stash my shank underneath the seat
And make sure no blood is on my feet
Punk police wanna take me down

They put me on the wall and they shake me down
Now it's back to the block strapless
But I got two mo' in my matress

One mo' time I peep the cops
$#&@in with them boys from Great Street, Watts
I said, "Punk mutha$#&@a, won't you leave em the hell alone"

Down to the 3rd and got on the telephone
Called my (*##$, but she showed me no love
Got on the phone, shot me a cold dove
She said she can't talk, she got a sore throat
But she probably gettin $#&@ed by a sport coat

I'm goin through it

Yeah
Y'all real ^!$$%s know


Yeah mutha$#&@a
I done been there and back boy
I could tell you the story from rags to riches
How I did time with !@$)s and snitches
That's real

It's really real
It's no drama
It's really real
Yeah
Y'all ^!$$%s better go to school

Tryina $#&@ with this ^!$$% here, man
It's the real
Yeah
Dick Down
Freaky D
Baby Rah

T-Endo
My ^!$$%s
Ty-Ty
Doin that federal %#@!

Freak
Freak, don't worry about nothin, man


I've been down
For oh so long
Starin at these prison walls
Same old song