Cause I'm too real, we too cold, ya run for the hills when the truth's told
Like the kick on the mag on a four-four we too much grip for your hands to hold
All cock back with no ammo all the hype from a band that's so-so
In every language I speak it's a no-no, so live it up now because you gone tomorrow
All of a sudden you're something and the people love it from front row to offstage and now you need no introduction
You was frontin' and bluffin' and now you givin' out instructions?
Nothing for nothing but I don't really think I want it
Give me the music make me jump and thrash
Give me the music make we rock inna the dance
I need the music make it sound like that
Ain't never play it on the radio
But we still banging on our stereo
We keep it real no matter where we go, oh-o, oh-o oh-o oh-o
Too hood to avenue, see through you my point of view
You just did what we already do and the game don't make'em like they used to
Too many fakes y'all lost control, y'all all sold out for the fools gold
