I'm On Some Real Shit

Little Big G Rabbs homie, Scarface Two

You know I'm saying, I'ma tell you how it fucken was

How the fuck it really is

So sit back and relax, enjoy this fucking primo

I'ma take you deep in the zone

This for your homeboy

Since I started this shit, and that was long ago

It was me Venom Evil and the homeboy Pelon

And ah couple of others, they know who they are

We was rapping at them parties like some HPS stars

For the hood, that was my only fans

Till the demo started leaking to the rest of the

gangs

Then LA found out about the best kept secret

Young trucos from the West was the demo they seeking

Gangsterific, if it was dope you was sniffing

But it's ah bag of that purple so like Marley I

twist one

In the system, I wrote that shady LP

Telling homies in the car I'ma rep them G

And now they see, that it wasn't BS

Ah shout out to the homies and the bitch in TS

Doing big things, they started record labels

Ese all up in the session money stacks on the table

I'm on some real shit, tell me what the fuck you

want

Muthufuckers know it's on when they hearing my song

I'm on some real shit, tell me where the fuck you at

Ese vatos they get panicked when they seen my strap

I'm on some real shit, tell me where the fuck you'v

been

From the station to the county I was sent to the pen

I'm on some real shit, tell me what the fuck this is

So we could meet up in the calles G handle this biz

I started having bad dreams, of making it big

I was rapping in the mirror fucking pointing that

Smith

I'm making hits, but they were only local

Ese homies drugged up memorize all the vocals

I was in solo, but still life's so hard

That muthufucker lose focus, of where you are

And I could say for certain, that I've been

possessed

That p dark smoke I exhaled on my chest

Then I came back stronger each and every time

Ese fucked the game up with my tactical rhymes

You can't find, another G like this

That'll spit it so froze on some West Side shit

Fuck the business, they never thought I would make

it

And them bums that you sign I could tell you they

faking

From beginning to the end I never follow the trend

I just spent more dough from the jale I sent

I'm on some real shit, tell me what the fuck you

want

Muthufuckers know it's on when they hearing my song

I'm on some real shit, tell me where the fuck you at

Ese vatos they get panicked when they seen my strap

I'm on some real shit, tell me where the fuck you'v

been

From the station to the county I was sent to the pen

I'm on some real shit, tell me what the fuck this is

So we could meet up in the calles G handle this biz