(feat. Gerald Levert) [Styles P + (Gerald Levert):] (From the heart) This **** is crazy Storch (From the soul) Thank you my ***** (yeah, yeahhh) I appreciate it (ooooooh, from the heart) Y'know I'm so much in the street (well well well) I don't get a good look all the time (it's f'real) So thank you (it's f'real, it's f'real, yeah) "In God We Trust," it says it on the dollar bill So should I say hallelujah? Matter fact, what's a dollar to ya? Is it a paper painted green or the root of all evil like your father schooled you? They wanna bill me quick, ****** wanna kill me quick Gotta spend a buck for somethin nice at the dealership Can't work for minimum wage *****, to tell the truth That's why I live in a cage ***** Soon to be dependin on haze *****, **** and I ain't pretendin When a crook get a book with a happy endin Dawg I'm in the bad mood most the time Nine milli' have you close to dyin But it's senseless, when I can let loose and just spit a sentence of some absurd **** Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped I know crime ain't rhyme but I prefer this [Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad libs] This is the real ****, givin ****** real fits And if you can't handle it Then you ain't been where I been And you ain't been where I been This is for real ****, givin ****** real fits And if you can't handle it Then you ain't been where I been And you ain't been where I been, this is for real [Styles P:] Die fo' what you believe in Get high for numerous reasons, no confession, no {?} Just me in a dark room and the fumes that I breathe in Spirit leave the physical, leave off the Earth Then I breeze on the burst cause I'm cursed with bein lyrical Dawg I decapitate ******, I never was yellow But I'm nicer than the happy-face sticker All I need's a beat and the mic gloved up Your career's goin good 'til you're bumpin into me And I hit you with some **** that make your life ****** up Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy if God intervene or Christ jump up... what? [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P] ****'s close to the end and I ain't a beginner Think I got a little thinner, only thing I mean is that everybody dinner - this the house of pain Tell everybody in there, I'ma bring it to 'em right Money burn, guns fire, led finger to a life Change your address, feds follow when they glue the kite **** is all love, same time it's real too Move OT or go and kill 'em 'fore they kill you [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P: over Chorus] This is the Ghost *****, Double R and D-Block Scott Storch, whattup [Gerald Levert:] No no no no no NOOOOOO~! No no NO! You ain't been where I been, no no! No no no no no no no no no nooooooo... [Styles P:] Get high
(feat. Gerald Levert) [Styles P + (Gerald Levert):] (From the heart) This **** is crazy Storch (From the soul) Thank you my ***** (yeah, yeahhh) I appreciate it (ooooooh, from the heart) Y'know I'm so much in the street (well well well) I don't get a good look all the time (it's f'real) So thank you (it's f'real, it's f'real, yeah) "In God We Trust," it says it on the dollar bill So should I say hallelujah? Matter fact, what's a dollar to ya? Is it a paper painted green or the root of all evil like your father schooled you? They wanna bill me quick, ****** wanna kill me quick Gotta spend a buck for somethin nice at the dealership Can't work for minimum wage *****, to tell the truth That's why I live in a cage ***** Soon to be dependin on haze *****, **** and I ain't pretendin When a crook get a book with a happy endin Dawg I'm in the bad mood most the time Nine milli' have you close to dyin But it's senseless, when I can let loose and just spit a sentence of some absurd **** Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped I know crime ain't rhyme but I prefer this [Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad libs] This is the real ****, givin ****** real fits And if you can't handle it Then you ain't been where I been And you ain't been where I been This is for real ****, givin ****** real fits And if you can't handle it Then you ain't been where I been And you ain't been where I been, this is for real [Styles P:] Die fo' what you believe in Get high for numerous reasons, no confession, no {?} Just me in a dark room and the fumes that I breathe in Spirit leave the physical, leave off the Earth Then I breeze on the burst cause I'm cursed with bein lyrical Dawg I decapitate ******, I never was yellow But I'm nicer than the happy-face sticker All I need's a beat and the mic gloved up Your career's goin good 'til you're bumpin into me And I hit you with some **** that make your life ****** up Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy if God intervene or Christ jump up... what? [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P] ****'s close to the end and I ain't a beginner Think I got a little thinner, only thing I mean is that everybody dinner - this the house of pain Tell everybody in there, I'ma bring it to 'em right Money burn, guns fire, led finger to a life Change your address, feds follow when they glue the kite **** is all love, same time it's real too Move OT or go and kill 'em 'fore they kill you [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P: over Chorus] This is the Ghost *****, Double R and D-Block Scott Storch, whattup [Gerald Levert:] No no no no no NOOOOOO~! No no NO! You ain't been where I been, no no! No no no no no no no no no nooooooo... [Styles P:] Get high
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