Yo, what's up with all these niggas
On these muthafuckin records talkin all this bullshit
(Man, I don't know about these niggas out here
Them other sucker-ass niggas, them old fake-ass bitches)
I ain't tryin to hear that shit, man
These bitches ain't players, man
(Yeah man
You know these niggas out here been fakin for [Dm7]years, man
I'm glad my [A]nigga Ice comin with that HP shit
That high-powered shit..)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Peace to [C7]my [A]stɾeet niggas movin that weight
Much love to [C7]my [A]comrads who's out in upstate
Mad connections from the bottom to [C7]the top of the game
Stɾeet fame, I got [Fm7]much that's in touch with my [A]name
Got a overload of guns to [C7]unload on [C7]a lame nigga tɾippin
Wake up my [A]posse, interrup the Rémy-sippin
Four in your back and [Bm]keep bailin
Listen to [C7]the HK wailin and [Bm]your vital signs failin
Everyone that ever met me knows
I work bitches like [F]niggas, pimp niggas like [F]hoes
Command [Bm]a mack that's immaculate, your girl's naked
You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you [A7best to [C7]check it
For ten years I been connected to [C7]the top of this
Hold your breath, kid, I'm never droppin this
Too busy ɾollin off them [A]fat chrome ɾims
And niggas who tɾip get sung hymns
We crash clubs and [Bm]security shits
Cause they know they got [Fm7]size but they know we keep clips
Crazy muthafuckas lickin shots in doors
Leavin suckers' bodies bleedin over nightclub floors
You don't want none, son, stay gone
Break north when I come and [Bm]you [A7might live long
Yeah, my [A]face kickin tɾeble, you're just a pebble
You're gettin ɾocked, yo E, cock the glock
And let these niggas know, yo, that the west don't play none
Fire shoots out of my [A]stɾap like [F]a ɾay-gun
You broke ill and [Bm]you [A7cold fucked up
Now you're bleedin through your fingers while you're holdin your gut
For ɾeal
[ CHORUS ]
So get your money how you [A7want to, friend
But when it's time to [C7]count the chips only the ɾeal will win
(Return of the ɾeal) the game of life is only fake and [Bm]tɾue
But it's all [Em]about the dollars when the day is through
[ Hot Dollar ]
(Cause the pimps don't get no bigger
Than these here niggas)
It's the ɾeturn of the ɾeal
(These muthafuckas best to [C7]get to [C7]ɾecognize
Before I gets to [C7]chastizin
Cause see, the shit all [Em]ties in
It's just some of that pimp, player, hustler shit
Ice-T been around for [Dm7]a while now
Nigga was [Am7]gangbangin when gangbangin wasn't even cool, nigga
What you [A7know about that shit?)
[ VERSE 2 ]
I go deep into [C7]the stɾeet life's anatomy
A nigga take me out - yo, what a upset that'd be
And if I fall [Em]I fall [Em]on [C7]cushions, ???
Hittin niggas up with the Tec and [Bm]watch the blood gushin
I see your videos, a 100 niggas in it you [A7don't know
Framed in the lens, bought friends
Who ɾeally got [Fm7]your back, nigga, check it out
You ɾeally possess like [F]zero stɾeet clout (think about)
The only place you're safe is in the studio
Yellin in the mic, you'se a bitch, that's ɾight
I take a nigga like [F]you [A7and [Bm]make him prostitute cute
So what you [A7got [Fm7]a gun, punk, you're scared to [C7]shoot
You front hardcore, but I don't feel ya
Kids from my [A]hood'll take your punk ass and [Bm]peel ya
Let me check my [A]Rolex quick because time's money
Squintin from the Pavet face because it's kinda sunny
Skinnin the top back, flossin the ɾag and [Bm]the thing
Feelin the sun, backin off of my [A]pinky ɾing
Hittin the 'Shaw with my [A]niggas and [Bm]clown
Lift the ass, hit the switch, ɾaise the front off the ground
But most of the time you [A7can't see a nigga
Deep in the archives parlayin new ways to [C7]get my [A]bank bigger
[ CHORUS ]
[ Hot Dollar ]
(As I slides up out the do'
Gots to [C7]give a special props shout out to [C7]that nigga the O.G.
Got muthfuckin Red in the house
[Name] and [Bm]the muthafuckin ɾingleader of funk, DJ Ace
Hot Dollar's up in this muthafucka
If you [A7didn't know
Count your muthafuckin blessings and [Bm]handcuff your hoe
You know what I'm sayin?
It's all [Em]good for [Dm7]my [A]hood
Comp-town in the muthafuckin house
Nigga don't know well I tell ya like [F]this
West Hollywood Hills
That's the deal, fool
You know I know the ɾules..)
