Текст песни Black Moon - Shit iz Real (Edit) *
Black Moon - Shit iz Real (Edit) * слова песни
* Lyrics are different from the "Enta Da Stage" version[Buckshot]Check how I kick it, when I was wicked, around the wayHold my tech, when I walk the block by dayDrugs and thieves, hit the eve of the nightBoot Camp Clik`s taking you on the real flightSix feet deep in the creepCome look me in the eye, brother, cause our mind must meetWord is bond, kid, it`s on like thisMove when I`m on my enemy hit listYou know the kid with the rock, from up the blockHit him up with the glock, now his pops on my rooftopRidiculous to think you`re hittin` me, you`re notHittin me, you`re gettin me, upset with the threatI be a general from the heart of BucktownMy stomping ground, is Brooklyn boundIt ain`t what you heard, it`s about what you hitOh, yeah, tell your girl, to get a gripBluffin` all the brothers inside of the Boot Camp roomKid, it`s real, yo, pass that boom*talking*[Buckshot]Never parle` without a LInhale the first hit for original heads in jailThen go for dolo, on a cool laundryShoot the wack in the back, and I`m aight all dayIt`s hot, burn this clip, ask the copTell the dreadlock ,that I rule the blockEase back, nuff man ah die like thatLick x-amount of shots, black, in your backWord to my hardrocks, on Franklin AveFeel the bloodbath, of the aftermathThe wrath of Duck Down, Bucktown is realWord to my man, Five Feet, hold your steelOn a snake who faked the jack, yo, lift it backIt ain`t where you from, it`s about where you`re atSo I wear my gat, whenever I`m in BucktownKid is real, all you hear is the sound*talking*[Buckshot]I`m real, kid is real, kiss the raw dealPick up the trick in the back, by the fieldOn the word, kid is heard, in two thirdBump herb to my man for a nickel bag of absurdOn the real is locked down, what?Beast can`t step one foot in BucktownMr. Ripper, hit your back up with holesF-A, who G? Mad lows knowsAll about the breaker of the cashCop back my glock, cause I see the enemy at lastI got a vibe in site, hmmmMaybe cause I had to get it on last nightWith a punk from up the block, who walked the rockWell a, but in another game, I`m a head swellerAnd when the cuffs are loading clipsIf the Gods flips, you`ll get hit, with the tech in your hipStraight from Bucktown, U.S.A.Recognize, then represent everydayOn the steel, kid is real, word to feelKid is real, I bare witness, I know the deal, yeah...