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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


    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
    And I'ma 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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