Shyheim - Shit Iz Real Lyrics
Yeah yeah, hahWhere all my niggaz at?We up in here, what?Word up, all my peoplesCrim-criminals in the penileWhere ya at? cats sacking greenBill/hill clintonChorus:It be real when I pack a steelEveryman for himdelf,send my love to a battlefieldAint no wack,its a straight up factOr dip down in black once you hear the clap clapVerse one:Shit iz real, aint no time to cash no butterfliesPass the st. idesScrewface is my disguise so look me in my eyes that aint wiseThe first chump that jumps is the first chump that diesRaw, spell that backward thats warLay low scarecrow Im knockin at your front doorPointin a pistol to your peekhole, *****Warning: my trigga finga gets busyBlaow, a single shot straight to the headpieceDecrease the peace and watch the murders increaseSee Im ruthless, pistol whip a nigga toothlessMe gettin hit that shit is ludicrousIm on my ps and my qsTry to put your foot in my shoes kid, you gotta pay the *****in duesI aint the one to play pammyI leave the head all red like that little orphan annieIm dressed in black like streets of harlemPaddle punks pockets down with no problemAnd get away just like an unsolved mysteryYou dont believe me g, check my pedigreeAnd you can feel how I deal with the mutha*****in steelAint no game boy, its realChorus 2xVerse two:Shit iz real, Im in some real shitNiggaz wet up the lab, ma dukes got hitNow they knew I was trying to give em what I owe emBut now I gotta act like I dont know emThe mutha*****ers violated to the fullest degreeThey did it smart, now they gotta see meAnd ima flip like an acrobat,to give them bastards backAnd let them know where my head is atI pack a cannon, I know where them thugs be standinNear the stores, with them hip hop whoresAnd there I was all dipped and fatiguedGoin rambo, g.i. joe of a doloDroppin bodies, bodies they was droppinLike rain from a blackman that went insaneThey dissed my earth I had to diss they whole universeBlew up the block, stepped back and watched it burstNiggaz was runnin, I was steady gunnin em downThey hittin the ground from the impact of the four poundSome kids tried to dip in the whip, I emptied the clipAnd watched a car do a *****in flipReloaded at the same time the car explodedSpotted a gangsta *****, told her to hold itIt only took five secs for she squealed, blaka blakaTwo shots to the twat, shit iz realChorus 2x
