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AZ - That's Real lyrics
f/ Beanie Sigel [Verse 1: AZ] I holds it down for the convicts that live in a box And them little grimy niggaz that live in them spots Venimous plots, real nine ? glocks Spin with the drop Hammer cocks, sent you a shot Brooklyn motha fucka, we blend with the blocks Live niggaz, type to spend 10 on a watch Face lift it Hit it straight nuttin' to taste wit it Fuck shots Cop bottles, whole case wit it Street war Niggaz don't beef no more See the kill for real or don't eat no more Sleep no more Hollow tips'll eat you raw Straight through the right cheek of your jaw (blaow) Lets get it on With the guns drawn Ride or die No whats wrong Gettin' shitted on My reply Cut you up with some shit that'll tear your soul Wrap up if you feel the cold That's real [Hook: Beanie Sigel] My' spit from my block men Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in Stick a (marriage?) through the gate when they locked in You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in That's real My spit from my street men All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin' Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in That's real [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] I break laws when I want to Jaws when I want to Everybody, get them on the floor when I come through Know the rules not to move when I come to jam you Two hammers One in my hand one in the tan room The General I could care less if theres ten of you I'm built for stress Do what few men can do Send a few into you Injured you, you injured two Mack 11 ya hit your Chevy Sent it off in his inertubes Mack pop the pistol well Cop fish scales Used to pop a pistol quick Cock that ? shit Gun still on the missile tip Hit that main tissue shit Kidney, lungs, heart, spleen, brain tissue shit I hit you niggaz where it hurt at Where you little niggaz they dirt at Where they pump they work at Recognize when the motha fuckin' truth in here Beanie Sieg hottest thing in the booth this year That's real [Hook: Beanie Sigel] My spit from my block men Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in Stick a (marriage) ? through the gate when they locked in You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in That's real My spit from my street men All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin' Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in That's real [AZ] Ya little mind and the things that it conjure up Even worse when you Henney'd and Ganja'd up Could see it now Feet duck taped, arms in cuffs Your conscience fucked Pissey be on your bluff [Beanie Sigel] I roll with niggaz that'll clap you up Get locked and wait for you to get knocked and whack you up Stick a motha fuckin' sword in ya Make everybody on the motha fuckin' block see the broad in ya [AZ] Arm the ? Niggaz need to bomb wit us Dawn wit us Bust of they chronic wit us Quiet Money, Roc-A-Fella nigga arm your pups Play the game before your palms get touched (nigga) [Beanie Sigel] I (spiffin?) niggas doin' a long time All day, could see new spades and keep a blade on a phone line Keep the guards payed so they got they own line Hustle on the block still make they own wine That's real [Hook: Beanie Sigel] - repeat 3X My spit from my block men Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in Stick a (marriage?) through the gate when they locked in You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in Tha'ts real My spit from my street men All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin' Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in That's real |
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