Reality by Tha Dogg Pound
Reality lyrics
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
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
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 existence
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
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
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games
In the world of madness, will my composure be the same
Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground
A lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found
Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes
On the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green
These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up
For what, a simple nut, a simple fuck
Daily it enhances the penitentiary chances
To survive in nineteen ninety-five
So I got nineteen ninety-five ways
To survive nowadays
Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again
'Cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again
Out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me
It irks me, strenuous controversy
What's next on the list to complete
After all this shit that popped off on the street
And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides
'Cause what I represent I represent 'til I die
It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of Hennessey
Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me
Leave 'em layin' stiff if they ain't on IV's
I beez the hardest, regardless fool
Livin' life day and night stayin' hard and cruel
Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch
Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits
It's no remorse when you cross my course
I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports
Don't resorts, to thinkin' you could get with this
Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss
Mista Tray Dee, from L O N G
B E A C H, where the hardest gangstas be
Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth
Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth
'Til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret
Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit
There's, nowhere, for me to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
There's, nowhere, for me to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
There's, nowhere, for me to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
There's, nowhere, for me to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
There's, nowhere, there's nowhere for me to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
There's, nowhere, for me to turn
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
[Incomprehensible]
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