Reality Lyrics - Singles - Tha Dogg Pound

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 

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 

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) 

There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality) 

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 

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) 

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 

Nowhere for me to hide from reality 

Nowhere for me to hide from reality