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Shit Iz Real

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Жанры : hip-hop wu-tang rap new york wu fam

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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

Everyman for himdelf,send my love to a battlefield

Aint no wack,its a straight up fact

Or dip down in black once you hear the clap clap

Verse one:

Shit iz real, aint no time to cash no butterflies

Pass the st. ides

Screwface is my disguise so look me in my eyes that aint wise

The first chump that jumps is the first chump that dies

Raw, spell that backward thats war

Lay low scarecrow Im 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 Im ruthless, pistol whip a nigga toothless

Me gettin hit that shit is ludicrous

Im on my ps and my qs

Try to put your foot in my shoes kid, you gotta pay the fuckin dues

I aint the one to play pammy

I leave the head all red like that little orphan annie

Im dressed in black like streets of harlem

Paddle punks pockets down with no problem

And get away just like an unsolved mystery

You dont believe me g, check my pedigree

And you can feel how I deal with the muthafuckin steel

Aint no game boy, its real

Chorus 2x

Verse two:

Shit iz real, Im 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 dont know em

The muthafuckers violated to the fullest degree

They did it smart, now they gotta see me

And ima 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 iz real

Chorus 2x

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