We got a 3rd verse to this that we didn't drop but this is me and Crazy J once again.
Lyrics
Verse 1: (The Realist)
Yeah the Big Dick Gangsta's in the house
Now put this, in and out your mouth b*** !
The Realist, we thug them hoes
Number one rule, we don't love them hoes
Ibie is never that n*** payin for that b***
She lucky she get a chip out an O.G.'s grip (Whoo!)
Believe me when I say I'm greedy
Cause money's like pimpin, it's not that easy
But cheer up, we gon' party tonight
Let me break it down for ya, start this sh** off right
I got my n*** z on my left, broads on my right
Weed in my system and Nas's mic
I'm 'bout to blow the roof off of this son of a b*** (Hey!)
Another Taliban's explosive hit (BOOM!)
I drop bombs everytime I rip
I tear the club up, just so everybody can fit
Chorus:
*I'm so and so, I'm this, I'm that
But you're all just wick-wick whack
It ain't R & B motha f*** as, it's a rap
Real name, no gimmicks, f*** an image I'm in it because I live it*
Verse 2: (Crazy J)
When a b*** leaves me I already got another
I f*** mothers so call me a mother f*** er
I wanna get that cutter, after I'm done
I throw a slut in the gutter, yeah I just f*** ed her
But don't hate me for that, that's what pimps do
If you don't like it b*** then I might pimp you
Cause you can't withstand the game that comes out
Make ya drop to your knees and put a dick in your mouth
Write another rhyme, throw down another line
Next thing you know Crazy J's hittin it from behind
I got a contract, dotted line's where you need to sign
It says you won't fall in love, just believe my lies
So all you gotta do is offer your honor
She'll honor your offer, then you're on and off her
Anytime that you want, these b*** es like to be f*** ed
So guys don't let 'em front
(Chorus)
