What is reality?

Motherfuckers out here don't know shit

They ain't tryin to know shit

Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent

Get my motherfuckin paper

You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe

Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit

Gotta get paid motherfucker



[Kurupt]

Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team

When it seems to be reality is just a dream

Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die

When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise

So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips

While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'

What I represent God only knows what lies for myself

Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth

Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life

Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life

Will money be the root of my destruction?

Without the money I can't even seem to function



[Dat Nigga Daz]

Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn

There's nowhere for me to hide from reality

As complex as the situation gets

I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain

To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain

Ahh shit, I don't believe this

Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist

But ain't that much twistin in existance

And this is how you show me love

It shows me exactly what money's capable of

Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin

and pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies

(all my homies) for jackers only

Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me

I'm back with the fifth of Henn

Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again



Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn

T