Shit Iz Real
Shyheim
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Yeah yeah, hah Where all my niggaz at? We up in here, what? Word up, all my peoples Crim-criminals in the penile Where ya at? Cats sacking green Bill/Hill Clinton [Chorus:] It be real when I pack a steel Every man for himself, send my love to a battlefield Ain't no wack, it's a straight up fact Or dip down in black once you hear the clap clap Shit is real, ain't no time to cash no butterflies Pass the St. Ide's Screwface is my disguise so look me in my eyes that ain't wise The first chump that jumps is the first chump that dies Raw, spell that backward that's war Lay low scarecrow, I'm knockin at your front door Pointin' a pistol to your peekhole, pussy Warning, my trigga finga gets busy Blaow, a single shot straight to the headpiece Decrease the peace and watch the murders increase See I'm ruthless, pistol whip a nigga toothless Me gettin' hit that shit is ludacris I'm on my P's and my Q's Try to put your foot in my shoes kid, you gotta pay the fuckin' dues I ain't the one to play Pammy I leave the head all red like that little orphan Annie I'm dressed in black like Streets of Harlem Paddle punk's pockets down with no problem And get away just like an Unsolved Mystery You don't believe me G, check my pedigree And you can feel how I deal with the muthafuckin' steel Ain't no game boy, it's real [Chorus x 2] Shit is real, I'm in some real shit Niggaz wet up the lab, Ma Dukes got hit Now they knew I was trying to give 'em what I owe 'em But now I gotta act like I don't know 'em The muthafuckers violated to the fullest degree They did it smart, now they gotta see me And I'ma flip like an acrobat, to give them bastards back And let them know where my head is at I pack a cannon, I know where them thugs be standin' Near the stores, with them Hip Hop whores And there I was all dipped and fatigued Goin' Rambo, G.I. Joe of a dolo Droppin' bodies, bodies they was droppin' Like rain from a blackman that went insane They dissed my Earth I had to diss they whole universe Blew up the block, stepped back and watched it burst Niggaz was runnin', I was steady gunnin' em down They hittin' the ground from the impact of the four pound Some kids tried to dip in the whip, I emptied the clip And watched a car do a fuckin' flip Reloaded at the same time the car exploded Spotted a Gangsta Bitch, told her to hold it It only took five secs for she squealed, "Blaka, Blaka!" Two shots to the twat, shit is real [Chorus x 2]
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Written by: ARBY QUINN, BERNARD LEON JACKSON, DAVID TOWNSEND, ROBERT BRIGGS, SHYHEIM DIONEL FRANKLIN
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