Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shit Iz Real, artist - Black Moon. Date of issue: 07.04.2014
Song language: English
Shit Iz Real |
| Check how I kick it, when I was wicked, around the way |
| Hold my Tec, cuz my niggas pump by day |
| Drugs and thieves hit the eve of the night |
| Niggas 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 hit list |
| 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 niggas cuz they know Black Moon |
| Shit iz real yo, pass that boom |
| Ayo, I gotta dime bag, kid, word up |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah that’s that |
| Smif-N-Wessun |
| Take two and pass, muthafucka! |
| USA |
| Slobbin' ass nigga |
| Never parlay without a L |
| Inhale the first hit for all my niggas locked in jail |
| Then go for dolo on a cool André |
| Shoot the wack in the back and I’m aiight all day |
| It’s hot, shit is on, ask the cop |
| Tell the dreadlock that I rule the block |
| Ease back, nuff man ah die like that |
| An yah pussyhole ex-man shot in your back |
| Word to my hard rocks on Franklin Ave |
| Feel the bloodbath of the aftermath |
| The wrath of Duck Down, Bucktown is real |
| Word to my nigga Five Ft, hold 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’re in Bucktown |
| Shit iz real, all you hear is the sound |
| Word is bond |
| Y’knaamsayin? |
| Whole muthafuckin' Bed-Stuy frontin' |
| Knaamsayin? |
| Dis lil Hav' |
| Y’knaamsayin? |
| Mobb Deep in the house |
| And my man Buckshot |
| Shit iz real, kid |
| T’s in the house |
| 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 niggas 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 niggas orgy mad loads |
| Knows, all about the breaker of the cash |
| Nigga nasty-ass, sittin' 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, realer |
| But in a knuckle game; |
| I’mma head swell 'im |
| And when it comes to loading clips |
| Niggas talk shit get hit with the Tec and the hip |
| Straight from Bucktown, U.S.A |
| All my niggas must represent e’ryday |
| On the steel, shit iz real word to feel |
| Shit iz real, yo shit iz mad real |
| Shit iz mad real |
| Back up, we gon' flow |
| Muthafucka!!! |
| Fuck you! |
| What, I’ll punch you in your muthafuckin' face, what! |
| All you bitch-ass niggas |
| You wanna jam with me? |
| We don’t need that here |
| We don’t need that here |
| Wut the deal? |
| Wut the deal? |
| Bucktown |