slippin slidin gangsta glidin , steady paper chasin rollin through the city feelin amazin , took the jane to the brain goin hard to the paint yeah you know i got my drank straight swervin only thing on my mind get that paper stackin , no image or actin vision im not1 lackin , creepin through the hood bout to get it crackin , got that paper stackin ain't got time for no slackin got the trap rockin ain't no stoppin , if tryna trip me up you know imma let my burner pop , stop you in your tracks put you on your back lead make ur head crack if you throw shots at me imma bust back put that on the game yeah Real is da name , Real is the game bustas better know ur fuckin lane , or be the first to be slain , got respect for the game and my parents name , 2nd generation hustla , raised by no bustas raised by killas and da dope dealaz it was the realest education , no time for11 meditation just had da cush for medication , hits from the bong blowin up like cheech and chong took it to the dome , talkin cloud 9 eyes real low feelin real slow but aint had no effect on my get up and go , slip into the liquor sto , next thing you know we straight creepin on that gangsta stroll , lettin hataz know who be runnin that game dictate the street like sadaam Husain bitches know the name , hatez wonder how i run the this fuckin game , make it look elimentery , last of a dien breed ain't bout that greed , but missin no money do it for my son and my loved ones , always legit like the lines that i spit yeah down for a little bit of this n a little bit of that steady runnin that trap makin paper stack puttin all you hatin pussy bitches they back , never talk no smack only state facts , gettin my kicks , bout to hit a lick , all up in da mix with with a bag of tricks an dat 9 on my hip always down wit dat , yeah tit for tat rollin wit dat strap on a gangsta tip , smashin all these rats bust'em up wit a dirty gat aint got time for dat filthy rat shit , time for extermination on this whole rat nation talkin geniside , ride or die lookin to the sky askin for forgiveness cuz its gonna be homicide in these streets of mine ,, kill'em with these lines , aint no thang heck im just killin time on that steady grind , cash is king , and the one eyed man is king in the land of the blind , yeah these streets are cold get tossed up turned out chewed up and spit out , yeah better come correct cuz these cold streets are always in effect , keep ur respect know ur fuckin lane ,,, and we will keep it all the same , number one i remain , uncrowned king puppet master pullin strings , behind closed doors doin freaky things makin shorty cum n she say im the one , still on the run dodging fuckin cops n looking out for my stalk , fuck that hater talk , cuz money talks and that bullshit walks so all you haten bitches can suck my cock or fall to my glock yeah its killin 30 kill them bitches dirty got my swagg on n my thuggish ruggish bone got me in my zone , best get back cuz imma run through the game ,,