Chorus: QB

It's be them real life ghetto shit

Be couple grounds, listen close while niggas run it down

Games not to be played, '99 straight chips, hot chicks

We got no time for these dicks

(Push the hot whips)

Burn trees, drink hennecy

When I die you'll remember me

So when I'll die you'll remember me

This be some real life ghetto shit



[LG]

Niggas thinkin shit is sweet

But I aint with too much talkin, I'mma let my heat speak

And don't get caught asleep with some with a freak

Cuz the chicks I deal with give me everything cheap, chief



[Mr. Cheeks]

I hear them talkin, we push the whips and still walkin

Yo this nigga done, cousin stick a fork in him

Try to warn him, my little brother and they team they

had to run up on him

A new asshole, they chon him



[LG]

These chicks opened up they cheeks, deep note they meat

Whatever, they play for keeps just to keep some fresh feet

The streets, we from the streets, we gotta hold heat

No matter where we go, never know if we got beef



[Mr. Cheeks]

Aiyo, niggas on the streets, nobody speaks

But when it's showtime, they on line, che che che che

Listen, nigga play your position

You was glisten, when a nigga like me had no pot to piss in



[LG]

Yo I feel you god, this rap life shit is really hard

I spent my money at the bar, but I still be large

Charge cards, your garage for my truck

My cellys off the nuts, yo Cheeks wake the fuck up!



[Mr. Cheeks]

Yo fuck the dumb shit, we spit official slum shit

Yo what the fuck, is that the best a nigga come with

I love the night life, a gift to soak my right rhymes

I got a pint of henny backwards and a light dime



[LG]

And I know that it hurts C