(feat. Tray Dee)

What is reality?

Mother$#&@ers out here don't know %#@!
They ain't tryin to know %#@!
Just a dumb mother$#&@er out here tryin to represent

Get my mother$#&@in paper
You don't think so? Well then $#&@ you hoe
Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of %#@!

Gotta get paid mother$#&@er

[Kurupt]

$#&@ dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team
When it seems to be reality is just a dream
Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die

When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise
So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips
While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'

What I represent God only knows what lies for myself
Jealousy and hatred ^!$$%z is out for my wealth
Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life

Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life
Will money be the root of my destruction?
Without the money I can't even seem to function


[Dat ^!$$% Daz]
Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn

There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
As complex as the situation gets
I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain

To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain
Ahh %#@!, I don't believe this
Some ^!$$%z that I $#&@ed with tryin to pull a twist

But ain't that much twistin in existance
And this is how you show me love
It shows me exactly what money's capable of

Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin
and pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies
(all my homies) for jackers only

Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me
I'm back with the fifth of Henn
Kurupt and Dat ^!$$% Daz on the mash again


Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)

[x2]

[Dat ^!$$% Daz]

I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games
in the world of madness, will my composure be the same
Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground

a lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found
Life ain't what it seems, for the ^!$$%z full of schemes
on the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green

These six (*##$es wanna get a ^!$$% caught up
for what, a simple nut, a simple $#&@


[Kurupt]
Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances
to survive in nineteen ninety-five

So I got nineteen ninety-five ways
to survive nowadays
Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again

cause I'ma get in deeper %#@! if I convert to crime again
out to mentally convert me, the same ^!$$%z out to hurt me
It irks me, strenuous controversy

What's next on the list to complete
after all this %#@! that popped off on the street
And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides

Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)
It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)


[Tray Dee]
Ya see my ways is to phase all them ^!$$%z that try me
Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)

I beez the hardest, regardless fool
Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel
Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch
Then I'm on a ^!$$%z $$# like bumpy zits (that's right)
It's no remorse when you cross my course

I'm not a hunter, but take a ^!$$% out for sports
Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this
Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss
Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.
B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be

Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth
Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth
til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret
Mother$#&@ers best be in love with this G %#@!


Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn
Nowhere for me to hide from reality [x3 in woman's voice (Rage?)]
[continues with variations]