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Black Moon - Shit Iz Real lyrics
Check how I kick it, when I was wicked, around the way Hold my Tec, cuz my niggaz pump by day Drugs and thieves hit the eve of the night Niggaz who fake real, come on a real flight Six feet deep in the creep Mic technique got a nigga locked down for a week Word is bond, shit is on like this Gotta move, cuz I'm on a nigga hitlist You know the kid with the rock from up the block Hit him up with the glock now his pops on my rooftop Ridiculous to think you're hittin me You're not hittin me you're gettin me upset with the threat But I'm a little nigga from the heart of Bucktown My stomping ground is Brooklyn bound Fuck what you heard, it's about what you hit And if that's your girl, then your bitch ain't shit Fuckin all my niggaz cuz they know Black Moon Shit iz real yo, pass that boom Never parlay without a L Inhale the first hit for all my niggaz locked in jail Then go for dolo on a coup, laundry Shoot the wack in the back and I'm aight all day It's hot, shit is on ask the cops Tell the dreadlock that I rule the block Ease back, nuff man ah die like that Eyah pussy all de X-amount of shot in your back Word to my hardrocks on Franklin Ave Feel the bloodbath of the aftermath The wrath of Duck Down, Bucktown is real Word to my nigga Five Ft on the steel on a nigga who faked the jack, yo lift it back Fuck where you're from, it's about where you're at Where your gat? Whenever you in Bucktown Shit iz real, all you hear is the sound I'm real, shit iz real, fuck the raw deal Pick up the bitch in the back by the field on the word, shit is heard in two-third Pump herb to my niggaz from a nickel bag of absurd On-The-Real is locked down, what? Beast can't step one foot in Bucktown Mr. Ripper hit your back up with holes All my niggaz on G mad lows knows all about the breaker of the cash Nigga nasty-ass, hittin all on my Bill Blass I got a vibe in site, hmmm Maybe cuz I had to get it on last night With a nigga from up the block, who walked the rock Drill him, but in another game I'ma head swell him And when it comes to loading clips Niggaz talk shit get hit with the Tec at the hip Straight from Bucktown, U.S.A. All my niggaz must represent eryday on the steel, shit iz real word to Feel Shit iz real, yo shit is mad real |
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