The Realest lyrics

The real, for real , Rap-A-Lot Mafia Aaaaaahhhhh
It-wa it-wa it wa it was......
It was once said by your man who wouldn't quit
Stop bullsh*ttin' and make another hit
I looked him in his eyes and told him that ain't sh*t
Gimme 30 minutes and i'mma wreck this b*tch
So I wrote this rhyme i'mma bout to say
To tell him how it went down back in the day
See most n*ggas give they props to Run DMC
But dem' n*ggas in the south gotta give it to me
You see I was wrecking sh*t when they was doin' the worm
Parachute pants coming through with the perm
I ain't never been a pus*y I was all day rough
b*tches try to rap like they was always tough
But thats bullsh*t cause n*ggas know my name ring bells
]From M.C. J.H. ?????????
Got much love for most cities but i'mma S.A. fool
7th Graders shouldn't bring the scraps to school
So when you say you only listen to the real M.C.'s
Let me spell it out for you, for real M- E its the same Mista Scarface from
The 1980's
You b*tches tried to bring out'cha best but cha' can't fade me
Cause I was rockin' sh*t when ????? was still living
And you n*ggas was hangin' on the corner bullsh*ttin'
Now you wanna jump in the game on both feet
Sell a few tapes and forget that you know me
But remember the one you got the idea from
See I'mma real artist so my ideas come
But you sounded like I sounded on The World is Mine
I catch you style-stealin' time after time
Now you on the mission trying to sound like Puff
Get cho' own sh*t and stop riding the jock
The realest n*gga down south? I gotta say thats J
Y'all muthaf*ckas don't deserve that name
And let me break it down to you one more time
Think about it before you start out your rhyme
I'm one of the coldest M.C. to ever touch the mic
So I apply the pressure til' I bust the pipe
And n*ggas always ask why I keep changing my style (why)
Cause i keep hearing muthaf*ckas claiming my style
And then they got the nerves to say they colder than me
Then why the f*ck you n*ggas can't go gold before me
I see you on your videos on B.E.T
It makes me wanna kick a hole in my T.V
Cause i hate an individual who is fake as that
I gotta dropped Bentley with a Ranch to match
n*gga I finish with my shoot, my sh*t it can't go back
You back in yo' chevette ?????????
I started making records at the age 15
Affiliated with the game at age 16
An honorary member of the whole???????
Cut dem' blocks in half and continued to flip
[In droning voice]
[And now I got you figured that I'm not to old
Never will i fall off cause i'm wasn't too old]
??? to the seminar and sh*t went cool
Started talking bout they b*tches and the boys got booed
Heart-broke packed up sh*t and headed for home
Then I spoked to Lil' James on the telephone
Where the real n*ggas come from(repeats to end)
(Scarface talking to end)