Real Talk (feat. Kryst) (Explicit) - ICE-T/Kryst

Yo whose that fly ni**a rocking the mic

Hold up no it can't be what it sound like

I've thought that ni**a left the game years ago

I've seen him in People Madness with bad white whore

I've seen him flossing rips on a covered Dub

I've seen him with some Arabs in the back of the club

I heard that every word that he says is real

He used to take young b**ches and then teach them to steal

Heard him pimp as a Bishop played the whole bubble

For the word Ya-yo maybe come back double

I met him once ni**a shot me the real

He said get your paper player f**k how they feel

Lean to the ankles baby gator to the floor

Respect real niggaz never trust the whore

When you bust squeeze the trigger 'til it motherf**ker glow

Then he said his name is Ice and he hit the door

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I heard he went to Crenshaw roll with the cribs

I heard he made millions hitting cutey licks

Then I heard that the ni**a had roots in the East

I heard the ni**a's whole motherf**king fam's deceased

He started all that sh*t out 'F**k the Police'

He really don't care carrys gats and pares

I know he's in his forties I was just a child

When a ni**a came out and sent the game buckwild

Real niggaz know that he's not no joke

Black Raiders Beanie and them liquor store locs

Not to even mention his folks

Cali' niggaz hitting switches on them Hundred Spokes

I read in an interview he said he was done

Then he comes with this fly sh*t back on the one

But I heard he's never happy and the ni**a's so upset

That he jacks off my money then he f**ks his b**ch

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Ummmm got no habitation to a whore

Cause in the streets I gotta get it Ice cold

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A blandness name is Coco when she carrys the gat

Green eyes big titties and that a** is fat

Clean to the ni**a not impressed with rap

To the side if you try then she covers his back

Seen them once in the champ no posse no crew

Coco wears a mean shoe it was just them two

They shared in the back everyone knew was true

They was doing it the way that we're all wanted to do

I heard that ni**a don't sleep for days

Writes poetry all night and reach experience plays

No clothes off the rack everything is made

Don't drink hard liquor just the great Kool-Aid

Straight Gangster but got no beef

Nobody talking down on his name in the street

Has chips air tight and his game is elite

He's just the type of player that I aimed to be

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Real Talk got my name in the streets

Talking about me saying how much they love me

But no one ever hold me through this game

Cause every where I go I keep hearing my name

Yeaahhh Yeaahhh gotta keep it gangster

Ohhh yeah I keep it gangster

Ummmm got no habitation to a whore

Cause in the streets I gotta get it Ice cold

Now that's real talk real talk real talk real talk

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