D-Block - Real Shit lyrics

rate me

{*automatic gunfire*}

[T. Waters]

Yo, this ain't a motherfuckin game nigga

(Real shit) real shit (ride out) ride out

(Ride out) RIDE OUT (ride out) RIDE OUT!

E'rybody a killer until a killer approaches

And then, all that hocus, pocus boastin

You no wins, callin the field up and the drama done build up

And this poverty's the cards that they dealed us

Niggaz that will bust behind bars don't act tough

Without no dust, niggaz don't go nuts!

I'm good, chain dangle in every hood

Leather and wood, I ain't on no celebrity bull

Could never be full, until my niece is obese

Won't sleep 'til e'ry one of my folks eat

Dig a ditch, large amount {?} high G

My nigga {?} go to sleep with a mac on the sheets

And now, we done started some new shit, exclusive

Gangsta, if you refuse it, you stupid

WHOO KID? No not the DJ, the D.A.

Play what he say on replay, what you did

Instead of 1-2, niggaz doin two bids

He got life, you slid to a new crib

And no one know where you live

But e'rybody know exactly what you did

Niggaz'll act cool 'til they get them a lil' bid, shit

That's when they flip and start to act like a little bitch

My, nigga for life, motherfucker's a hypocrite

The way the bullet hit him probably think they was intimate

I'll stand on feet like planted trees

I'm on my A-game, never switch plans to B

The man you see, see, I got plans to be

In position where I ain't gotta carry grams with me

When I ride 45 in my hand with me

Gangsta clique, organized, we a family

And when the last gun fire and the smoke clear

We gon' be standin right there like shit 'chea

I got the 40 on me homey, not a big beer

And guerilla niggaz actin like big bears

My man Ruger up in Vancouver with the Landcruiser

That's my mans and, he was hand to hand distributors

Heard blam, niggaz hoppin out of vans tryin to shoot us

Shot back, nigga hit the gas tank, shit blew up

{*KABOOM*}