Artist: C-bo
Album: Gas Chamber
Song: Realer than real

Verse 1
[C-bo]
Realer than real
Muthafuckas can’t
Deal with the hit
Take a trip to the V
To see how the sea
Being ohh ack off the coniac
At the click video and
See how everybody strapped
We at showties house slamming dominos
Having a major good time
Drinking rossy rime
Smoking split cha dome
And you know what’s going on
Niggas high in the sky
Talking on they cellular phone
Hit, chipped
Whip and dipped
Hard cousin drops
Sliding through the parking lot
We finally get going
Niggas started flowing
And that’s when I started rolling
Up some most
Split cha dome to get nice
Cerocios good with some
Dank over ice
I beat some nigga
From the south
Got they bell on
The garden dogs
So you know I got my smell on
Eye contract
With the punk-ing trip
Time to check
Can’t be leaning on my niggas shit
And even strapped
But even know to go for mine
And if it’s on it’s again like in the y
[Tried of getting stepped on]
In the background
Me mugging
Ready to give that beat down
And they deep in the brown benz
Looking suspious
So peep game
Cuz I’m living in the strange
And robbing
Niggas need retiring
It’s all good
Cuz I’m down for my hood
And it ain’t no thang og gang in my vein
And if you ain’t down for yours
You just can’t hang
Towards the end
It’s time to feel the sideshow
Take heat from rated letter hoe
Be a hoe
Cuz a hoe ain’t worth nobody dieing
And a hoe ain’t worth nobody trying
To bust a cap and do a hit
You better miss me
With that captain save a hoe shit

Chorus
That’s realer than real deal Holyfield
And now you suckas and punks
Know how it feels
Rightttttttttt

Verse 2
The van hit the block
Lights off
Door slid open
Letting off
Everybody hit the flo’
With lights on they back
It’s like trying to hide a haystack
I’m perv, high, kinda stuck
But I’ll be damed
If I lie on my face and just get fucked
Jumped up off the flo’
And made my way to the lighter
I ain’t no hero
But real niggas don’t die
I see my nigga shot
Hopped in a drop vette
With a mack 11
So you know I rip that
Big Fred in a hard top blue duce
Fo’ deep
Niggas about to let loose
B legit got his top dropped
Bumping jack in the back seat
Ak ready to pop
Me and shot sideways
Out the parking lot
So hot sideways to the next block
Head up with the feds
He shot up driving and busting
But you know I got the upper hand
Cuz I’m riding shot gun
So b shot pass the strap
And let bo tap that ass
As I let the mack double one blast
Jacking fo’ that ass

Chorus 2x
Now that’s real deal than Holyfield
Better than being stepped on