This is a voice mail that somebody left one of my boys after we done mobbed his ass! THIS IS A MUST RIGHT HERE!
Story behind the song
These old motha f*** as was talkin sh** because they had about 50 weapons, but when we caught 'em "slippin" It was over with! That's how The Realist gets down!
Lyrics
Ay, I know you done heard about this, if you didn't, you will tomorrow. Who wanna talk about some gangsters? (Who wanna talk about some ganstas?) Ok, and your boy Ibe was right in the middle of it, you know, dude, who wanna talk about some gangsters? 6 mother f*** ers against us, 6 mother f*** in African Americans. Who wanna talk about some gangsters? They-they f*** in leavin wit bruises, they're livin with bloody noses, dude, f*** in, you know. Who wanna talk about some gangsters? You think I ain't about sh** dude? I know from tonight that I am because I stood in the front like I was a King dude. And-and I'm not sayin nothin dude, but I-I'm just sayin dude, who wanna talk about some gangsters? They think that they're gangsters because it's 6 white boys against 20 black boys? Nah dude, nah. (And who came out with the bruises? We came out with some sh** , but every one of them f*** in n*** s got marks on their face, f*** 'em). They got marks on their face. (Every f*** in one of 'em) Hehehe. (Every 20 mother f*** ers) Hehehehehehehehehehe. (F*** you n*** s). F*** in negroes!
