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[Featuring Tray Dee] 
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 
There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality) 
*repeat 2X* 
[Dat Nigga Daz] 
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 
[Kurupt] 
Daily it enhances the penetentiary 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 (til I die) 
It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey) 
[Tray Dee] 
Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me 
Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep) 
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 (that's right) 
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 
Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn 
Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)* 
*continues with variations*

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