[Intro: G-Money]

I'll always

Spit this gangsta shit

I'm always

G'd up gangster'ish

I'll always

Have a gangsta bitch

That loves my gangsta ways

Now and ever

[Verse 1: Romero]

Some call me a dreamer

And it seems it's very hard to achieve 'em

Some say it's impossible

I find that hard to believe

See, I was starvin' with this hunger

To sharpen my steez

We all came up from a circle

Surrounded by G's

Fully equipped

Money, drugs, bullets and bitches

Everything I ever wanted

I would hustle to get it

Bustin' my knuckles on punk motherfuckers that wanted to chunk 'em

Bullshit ain't nothin' til someone says says somethin' to someone

Ain't have it

Grabbin' the heater, peelin' the hammer back

Don't look so happy to see me when I come blastin' back

I counterattack

On coward ass rappers

Who can't even rap, but can act

Y'all still need practice

My story is told and sold in the slums and street corners

Bangin' beats full of funk, you bums are sleepin' on us

Ill just keep those names anonymous

Keep away from y'all piranhas, always biting and shit

And my so-called homeboys, they didn't even buy my shit

While my motherfuckin' haters still alive for it

It's the L to the O-B-O in the low, low-minded for 'sho

Armani cologne with some barbershop

Crop to get blown

[Verse 2: Bad Boy]

Don't approach me dude, I'm not in the mood

I'm fightin' the mind

And if I lose, I'll be out of my noose

I left school just to ride with the crew

Lighting a few

Tryin' to do, whatever lies, tries in my cube

I'm not you, so you can't be me

I'm M.V.P

You ain't scarin' nobody with your M.V.P.'s

I'm high grade

The ice alone zippin' in the crave

To pop's grave, and I put that on life, I will not change

I'm the same cat

Witness the power of the brain cat

Only the wise willin' to stare me when I say that

Only the light will ever teach me what the brain can't

The only prize can say for the same man

My name tat'

It's all related to the same crap

I know I'm not a killer

And I don't intend to change that

Don't make me have to bring the game back

You fuck around and get your plates tapped

Or get your plates capped

[Hook: Romero]

We all came up from a circle, surrounded by G's

Killers

Dealers and ballers

Prey parts from your dreams

All in a circle

All of our anger, all of our verses

All for one purpose

To be this mob that will hurt you

[Verse 3: Kishwah]

The way I grew up was rough

My big homies was my circle

Used to have to box with 'em, til my knuckles turned purple

But they gave me game at a very young age, so I'd survive

That's real

It's no lie, it's cause of them, I'm still alive

They showed me to be cold, inhumane and crude

The knowledge obtained in the streets wasn't explained in school

Like how to use

Game as a tool 'gainst some fool the same as you

From the

Flame and the fuel, provin' there's no change in rules

They were here before you came

They gon' be here when you leave

Silly game won't ever change that, so players, please believe

Hate's like a disease, it can't be treated or cured

Unless you take heed to my word, that's why I need to be heard

I need the whole world to listen up

And pay attention

To the lesson I'm about to teach your ass, class in session

Welcome to How-To-Keep-It-Real 101

First thing's keep a steal

Never leave without your gun

Trust no one cause no one there should be trusted

Seen the hardest fool, and they can't permit, when they got busted

Never let your gun get rusted, bust, then make sure to clean it

You don't want that shit to jam, understand, man, I mean it

Throw a condom on your penis, before you decide to hit it

When it comes to the AIDS, if she's got it, trust me, you'll get it

If I said it, I meant it

And I hope you learn something

Like to you soldiers with no stripes, it's time to earn something

[Verse 4: Ese Brown]

I pull my life

Right out on the page

Read, "Dawg

These are my days"

These

Criminal ways, they got us criminal cases

We gots to hold gauges and smoke O's, ain't no changes

We in the motherfuckin' same place

With the same thugs

Same gangstas, the same drugs

It ain't no secret where we from, this Click to the One

Circle of guns

Sicker than fuck, looking for any funds

We spit this shit in front of everyone, every word

Is meant

How I said it, son

You motherfuckers

Ain't ready for it, but here it comes

This shit is thicker than one

Cause all my dawgs sleep in the same slums

Doing licks with the same guns

And we ain't ready to run

The game is all, but a game to some

The game is fun

Until your brains laying out in the sun

You motherfuckers need to stay calm

You see what happens to fools

That was talking, they getting bombed on

[Outro: G-Money]

I'm always

G'd up gangsterish

I'm always

Kickin' this gangsta shit

I'm a always

Have a gangsta bitch

That love my gangsta ways

Now and ever

And that

Is that gangsta shit

At last

It's that L.V. shit (L.V. shit)

At last

It's that Mexican click

That love my

Gangsta ways

Now and ever

At last

It's Mexican shit