[Styles P + (Gerald Levert):] (From the heart) This shit is crazy Storch (From the soul) Thank you my nigga (yeah, yeahhh) I appreciate it (ooooooh, from the heart) Y'know I'm so much in the street (well well well) I don't get a good look all the time (it's f'real) So thank you (it's f'real, it's f'real, yeah) "In God We Trust," it says it on the dollar bill So should I say hallelujah? Matter fact, what's a dollar to ya? Is it a paper painted green or the root of all evil like your father schooled you? They wanna bill me quick, niggaz wanna kill me quick Gotta spend a buck for somethin nice at the dealership Can't work for minimum wage nigga, to tell the truth That's why I live in a cage nigga Soon to be dependin on haze nigga, shit and I ain't pretendin When a crook get a book with a happy endin Dawg I'm in the bad mood most the time Nine milli' have you close to dyin But it's senseless, when I can let loose and just spit a sentence of some absurd shit Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped I know crime ain't rhyme but I prefer this [Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad libs] This is the real shit, givin niggaz real fits And if you can't handle it Then you ain't been where I been And you ain't been where I been This is for real shit, givin niggaz real fits And if you can't handle it Then you ain't been where I been And you ain't been where I been, this is for real [Styles P:] Die fo' what you believe in