Prelude

The motherfucking saga continues All of you who don't believe in the real gangsta shit 'Cause when it comes to the real niggas It makes the shit that much harder to deal with Yeah, above the laws in this motherfucker Like Mafia for life, down with the real niggas for life Ha-ha, yo sweet-talk, tell 'em what the fuck we're here for Well I write ya, USE, Compton, Watts, The Wood All across the motherfucking USA They know I walk through the valley of real niggas I should fear no man on the motherfucking planet, hit me one 'Cause I've been to the mountaintop y'all And I done seen through the eyes of a real nigga Yo, what you think about the real niggas 187? Yo, they make some of the coolest shit I done ever heard Yo, won't meet KMG, I almost gave it up To the ruthless motherfucking gangstas Fear no mob Because you've saved man yourself Time to put the world at yourself man Me not seen the bomboclaat mob to see a pussy-clot run Bob-bob-bob-bob-bob, keep Babylon on the run, see The real niggas is back 'Cause there's too many bullshit records out Niggas beat it for what we put out But you don't have to wait no longer Because the new album is out and the shit is much stronger So many groups made three albums or more And their weak-ass shit is still sitting in the record-store They wonder why it never sold Niggas rapping since the seventies and still never went gold Our first record sold two million copies That's because you other motherfuckers are sloppy You came out the streets and crossed over And after that your career is fucking over Because of that you're not around So shut the fuck up, and witness the sound of some real niggas Yeah, motherfucker Keeping all you busters on the run in '91 Kick that shit, Ren Most niggas can't understand And never will if they ain't part of the ruthless Mafia-clan Niggas is dedicated to the streets With hyped fucking lyrics and a dope ass beat The songs will never come soft, because I come off So don't get in my way 'cause motherfucker you'll be cut off And it's something you can move your lips to To wrap around my dick, to suck if it fits you And let me now if you wanna ride the D-I-C-K All day, that's with no play 'Cause ain't no rap groups out that I know That makes me wanna listen to the radio All I hear is motherfuckers tryna make a comeback With love songs and that shit is whack And that's why your ass ain't around 'Cause you don't have the motherfucking sound of a real nigga