The Hundreds E

Real, real. M-E-D, fourteen KT, let's go. Real, So real. Real, Real. So real. So real. Real, real. Ayy. New wave, new days. Shady Larry Bird, keep two trays. M-E-D need a Roc-A-Fella chain. She let me hit, then I'm Jay on a Dame. Hate it or love, money is the game. You can't ball without balls in your Hanes. Boy party ain't a party 'til the song on. Chandon make her fall on the hard on. Off the lease, so damn West that I ended Back East. Three-sixty to Long Beach. I'm deep, think murder on a sheet. I write it, bring it to life on the Beat. Damn right we lit, in the fifth, Revenge. For those shot and lived, the streets Locking in. No stopping him, O-X mid, Bless again. If Pac give 'em oxygen, It's that... Come from nothing, hustling steel. Been one hundred, I'm real. Real, so real. Function jumping, Tokyo Steel. Streets don't love me, it's real. Real, real, So Real. So So real. real. Real. Uh, uh. I look out for my own. Trying to get back the love shown. 'Cause I'm... I expect them to be the same Way. If not, I'm gone. Put faith in me, that way I know who To blame if things go sour. On second thought, I meant it gets limited when You violate ours. Don't make me flex my power. Get my share of negative and I'm tired of It. Glad nobody died from it. Now it's studio time where we vibe a bit. But I hide the clip inside the whip. Can never be too safe I guess. It's a blessing each time I take a breath. But, uh, the killers wanna ball, they crawl. And skip right past the baby steps to run Up. And I refuse to be the next man come Up. I got a wife and crib, and a Right to live. And this year we doing it Twice as big. And that's... Come from nothing, hustling steel. Been one hundred, I'm real. Real, so real. Function jumping, Tokyo Steel. Streets don't love me, it's real. Real, real, so real. So Real. So real. real. So real. Real, real. Real, real. Real, real. Real, real. Real, real. Real.