Uhh.. dear Mr. President Whas happenin? I'm writin you because, s**t is still real f**ked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around
the cemetary then get smoked out, pa*s the weed ni**a That Hennessey'll keep me keyed ni**a Everywhere I go ni**az holla at me, "Keep it real G" And
Keepin it real Verse One: 2Pac I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone
me (Hoooooooo!) X3 Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go I'm quick to kill a nigga any nigga feel me nigga You can't fade me I'm way to fucking real
money and dont trus no bitch Keep your head high notes when them pigs came But her ass kinda fat so niggaz treat her the same This is real.. [Chorus]
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick
to the left of Teddy Kennedy That's how I want you to remember me Fuck around and lose your title, round is suicidal You frontin' hard with no bars like
Yeah... hahahaha Bars of Death, Vinyl Thug Music, all that good shit.. Bring in the drums! We got comin to the ring tonight (bring him out son) The undisputed
stay in the latest gear This Red Stripe, ain't Jamaican beer (Is that Prada?) No doubt, now you can find us buyin out the bars like we're payin ghostwriters
picture of perfection, mawf**kas paint this. Don't make me have to kick my foot up in ya anus. I spit that pure, uncut, give it to ya real. That shit
you knew it It was the streets nigga, my seat used to hit it when I didn't have no wheels to go get it M J fuckin' G droppin these bars with no regards
Black sheep and a renegade Hot feet in the cool of the shade Street shuffle and a tough childhoods Examinations done no good Tall bars and a hot wired
no do And you don?t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see
a written Can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing But it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap How
don't know me [skirt] ("COME ON!!") I'm Detroit's king nigga [skirt] BOW! Rock City's where niggaz pimp hoes and ball Strip hoes in bars, steal clothes
shoving that whole post office further right off the surface, (?) Until I'm certain that it's farther than the darkness in the farthest corner (?) How many bars? How many bars