Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shit Iz Real, artist - Shyheim. Date of issue: 27.05.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shit Iz Real |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |