BLACK MOON - Shit Iz Real (New Vocals By Buckshot) lyrics

[Buckshot]

Check how I kick it, when I was wicked, around the way

Hold my tech, when I walk the block by day

Drugs and thieves, hit the eve of the night

Boot Camp Clik's taking you on the real flight

Six feet deep in the creep

Come look me in the eye, brother, cause our mind must meet

Word is bond, kid, it's on like this

Move when I'm on my enemy hit list

You know the kid with the rock, from up the block

Hit him up with the glock, now his pops on my rooftop

Ridiculous to think you're hittin' me, you're not

Hittin me, you're gettin me, upset with the threat

I be a general from the heart of Bucktown

My stomping ground, is Brooklyn bound

It ain't what you heard, it's about what you hit

Oh, yeah, tell your girl, to get a grip

Bluffin' all the brothers inside of the Boot Camp room

Kid, it's real, yo, pass that boom

[talking]

[Buckshot]

Never parle' without a L

Inhale the first hit for original heads in jail

Then go for dolo, on a cool laundry

Shoot the wack in the back, and I'm aight all day

It's hot, burn this clip, ask the cop

Tell the dreadlock ,that I rule the block

Ease back, nuff man ah die like that

Lick x-amount of shots, black, in your back

Word to my hardrocks, on Franklin Ave

Feel the bloodbath, of the aftermath

The wrath of Duck Down, Bucktown is real

Word to my man, Five Feet, hold your steel

On a snake who faked the jack, yo, lift it back

It ain't where you from, it's about where you're at

So I wear my gat, whenever I'm in Bucktown

Kid is real, all you hear is the sound

[talking]

[Buckshot]

I'm real, kid is real, kiss the raw deal

Pick up the trick in the back, by the field

On the word, kid is heard, in two third

Bump herb to my man for a nickel bag of absurd

On the real is locked down, what?

Beast can't step one foot in Bucktown

Mr. Ripper, hit your back up with holes

F-A, who G? Mad lows knows

All about the breaker of the cash

Cop back my glock, cause I see the enemy at last

I got a vibe in site, hmmm

Maybe cause I had to get it on last night

With a punk from up the block, who walked the rock

Well a, but in another game, I'm a head sweller

And when the cuffs are loading clips

If the Gods flips, you'll get hit, with the tech in your hip

Straight from Bucktown, U.S.A.

Recognize, then represent everyday

On the steel, kid is real, word to feel

Kid is real, I bare witness, I know the deal, yeah...