What is reality?
 Motherfuckers out here don't know shit
 They ain't tryin to know shit
 Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent
 Get my motherfuckin paper
 You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe
 Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit
 Gotta get paid motherfucker
 [Kurupt]
 Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team
 When it seems to be reality is just a dream
 Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die
 When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise
 So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips
 While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'
 What I represent God only knows what lies for myself
 Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth
 Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life
 Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life
 Will money be the root of my destruction?
 Without the money I can't even seem to function
 [Dat Nigga Daz]
 Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn
 There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
 As complex as the situation gets
 I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain
 To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain
 Ahh shit, I don't believe this
 Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist
 But ain't that much twistin in existance
 And this is how you show me love
 It shows me exactly what money's capable of
 Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin
 and pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies
 (all my homies) for jackers only
 Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me
 I'm back with the fifth of Henn
 Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again
 Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn
 There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)
 *repeat 2X*
 [Dat Nigga Daz]
 I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games
 in the world of madness, will my composure be the same
 Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground
 a lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found
 Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes
 on the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green
 These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up
 for what, a simple nut, a simple fuck
 [Kurupt]
 Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances
 to survive in nineteen ninety-five
 So I got nineteen ninety-five ways
 to survive nowadays
 Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again
 cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again
 out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me
 It irks me, strenuous controversy
 What's next on the list to complete
 after all this shit that popped off on the street
 And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides
 Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)
 It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)
 [Tray Dee]
 Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me
 Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)
 I beez the hardest, regardless fool
 Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel
 Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch
 Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)
 It's no remorse when you cross my course
 I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports
 Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this
 Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss
 Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.
 B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be
 Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth
 Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth
 til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret
 Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit
 Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn
 Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*
 *continues with variations