Check this out.       *(Yukmouth talking)*       Yes.    2wice.    Uh.    (What's crackin?)    Drink-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot.    (Haha, is that right?)    And Phats Bossi.    Yes.    All of my niggas ridaz.    Check it.       Chorus *(Yukmouth)*       All of my niggas ridaz.    small time grindas, pimps and big timers.    Whether it's heiron or hemp wit China.    Or got a bitch on the strip sellin vagina.    Shit Is Real.    One mo time.       Verse 1 *(Yukmouth of the Luniz)*       Niggas fat    nigga I come down strikin from the clouds like lightnin    and smoke the ground    show you how to blow a pound    wit out coughin    how to work a Nina Ross wit out walkin    funny style    wit out a half honey child jockin wit out flossin    my niggas could peep out what I'm thinkin bout, wit out talkin    one look at a crook    my nigga book, an then the Tech start barkin    shoot up the whole parkin lot    bullets ricochet apartments    got bitches slangin martian    wit big titties like Dolly Pardon    in the projects    dope fiends loose they check, then flip like Martin    walkin down the street butt naked and crack rocks sparkin    startin shit in front of my buildin    here comes the sargent    raid a nigga house, juss some days to pay a warrant    that dirty varmit    back to the Regime conglomerate    where the climate    is always sunny for money    the small timers    become grindas    escalate to big timers    pimp niggas got bitches trickin vagina.    This Shit Is Real nigga!       *(Chorus)* 2x       Verse 2 *(2wice)*       Give us rememory morse    of course    takin no short fa sho    poppin the cop wit glocks    like I'm Tupac Shakur    'cause everyday we high as hell    dope is what we try an sell    nickle and dimes for buyin yayo    til I got lines of clientele    load up yo clip    click-clack    hold up yo shit    get back    if ya know ya shit    admitt that    roll up a spliff    an hit that    roll up the crib    made a nigga cost mail    you tried to post    but ya lay 'em in a coffin    the boss man    whips up another batch    pick up some other scratch    wit clips and some other straps    the 2wice suguest you stop    'cause my loot no share    'cause I invest in glocks    How ya shoot that there?    I do got playas    pimps slash some hustlas    that do got they rapid self    pass them suckels    I flip a Tech wit a muffle    greet the flex wit my muscle    the Luniz    doin they thing-ama-jig    an it must sell.       *(Chorus)* 2x    Eh!    Shit is real!       Verse 3 *(Numskull of the Luniz)*       Niggas feel that    when niggas found at    Drink-A-Lot wasn't even found yet    when 4, 15's was the only sound check    yo, what happened to the side shows    when niggas used to ride those    Vet's and 50's    to be connected drunkin rhinos    when bitches was dusted    sex was like "Fuck it"    an no real nigga was ashamed to ride a bucket    when shit was goin down    we followed it    if she ain't suckin dick by now    she swallowed it    wallow in yo guiltiness    everybody candy    and everybody rich like filthiness    but I can still see this    Ghost Town    ridin to another status    where everything is based on who the baddest    we had Lil Kim's    but they juss wasn't out the closet    an now we got 'em fuckin wit each other on some Mobb shit    Mobb shit    Mobb one    Mobb two    an then I got a Mobb for when there's else to do    get used to the crew.       Verse 4 *(Phats Bossi)       What?    See all young guns    where they come from    blocks of hoodlums    the fake shooks ones    they get touched wit busted ear drums    raw meat    me an Keek Sneek we start the big beat    if they mouth leak    wit big heats    get put to sleep    Mr. Phats slash Jaco    I'm out for pecos    go for gusto    Mobb villans we flippin Lexos    never trust those    dirty cats    they get the wet nose    get they head froze    Thugged Out, playin in wet clothes    the life of cut throat    cut throat    I'm in my hustle    show my muscle    flex off, then start to tussle    young guys, pushin Hot Rods    begin the saga    blow like Hoffa    stack chips like Godfather    Shit Is Real.       *(Chorus)* 2x