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
BillHill 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, ain't no time to cash no butterflies
Pass the St. Ide's
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 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 ludicrous
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 2X
Verse Two:
Shit iz 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
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