Текст песни Shyheim - This Iz Real (Clean) *, слова песни Shyheim

Текст песни Shyheim - This Iz Real (Clean) *

Shyheim - This Iz Real (Clean) * слова песни

* features new second verse[Shyheim]Yeah yeah, hahIt don`t stopSid, Vince, TylerTa`He, RubbabandzKilla Kane, RedmanLet`s go to war, baby![Chorus: Shyheim]I keep it real, y`all know the dealEvery man for himself, similar to a battlefieldNever wack, its a straight up factOr dip down in black once you hear the clat-clat[Shyheim]It`s be real, ain`t no time to cash no butterfliesPass the St. Ide`s, screwface is my disguiseDon`t look me in my eyes that aint wiseThe first chump that jumps is the first chump that liesRaw, spell that backward that`s warLay low scarecrow I`m knockin at your front doorPointin a pistol to your peekhole, suckerWarning: my trigga finga gets pushyBlaow, a single {shot} straight to the headpieceDecrease the peace and watch the drama increaseSee I`m ruthless, pistol whip a clown toothlessMe gettin hit, ludicrisI`m on my P`s and my Q`sTry to put your foot in my shoes kidYou gotta pay the diggy-duesI ain`t the one to play PammyI leave the head all red like that little orphan AnnieI`m dressed in black like Streets of HarlemPat punk`s pockets down with no problemAnd get away just like an Unsolved MysteryYou don`t believe me G, check my pedigreeAnd you can feel how I deal with the {god} damn steelThis ain`t no game, it`s realChorus 2x[Shyheim]Now what? Punk, run and get you gunsand premeditate on murderin me, the Godfather`s SonAnd I`m from Shaolin, home of the Gotti`s? thugs catch the body`s, catch where I bein the heart of the projects doin foul thingsLivin like kings, known for pullin stingsGrimy as ever, roll my mom`s when I`m brokeKeep my ? up to par, never had a tec-toteMy record label and the FCC don`t like what I`m sayinSo on the radio, you might not hear this joint playinI got styles like a, prayin mantisWatch me do damage, pin that {nigga} to the canvasMy dirty broken language is a secretShaolin swordstyle, and never do we teach it, so peep itWu-Tang Killa Bee on the swarmWord bond, I wet your block up like a rain stormYou think not, you see red dots on your forehead, you`re ElvisMessin with these kids from Shaolin, you`ll get dealt withLike Tip and Poetic, watch me set it with the quicknessShyheim the good Son comes soon on 12-inchesThe one man gang, never need an armyKilluminati got me at my window with a shottiLike Malcolm, ready to touch anything that movesEveryday lifestyle be a hustle like SmootheChorus 2x[Shyheim]Brown Hornet, uh, Down Low ReckaJune Lova, Big LGill-Gill, love you kidTump, Big UnP`s, Big GreaseBig Red, hold it down babyUh, hahBig Bogey, represent babyUh, Little KaneYou my baby boy, represent kid

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This Iz Real (Clean) *

Текст песни Shyheim - This Iz Real (Clean) *

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