Shit Iz Real - Black Moon

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

Hold my Tec, cuz my niggas pump by day

Drugs and thieves hit the eve of the night

Niggas who fake real, come on a real flight

Six feet deep in the creep

Mic technique got a nigga locked down for a week

Word is bond, shit is on like this

Gotta move, cuz I’m on a nigga 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

But I’m a little nigga from the heart of Bucktown

My stomping ground is Brooklyn bound

Fuck what you heard, it’s about what you hit

And if that’s your girl, then your bitch ain’t shit

Fuckin' all my niggas cuz they know Black Moon

Shit iz real yo, pass that boom

Ayo, I gotta dime bag, kid, word up

Yeah, yeah, yeah that’s that

Smif-N-Wessun

Take two and pass, muthafucka!

USA

Slobbin' ass nigga

Never parlay without a L

Inhale the first hit for all my niggas locked in jail

Then go for dolo on a cool André

Shoot the wack in the back and I’m aiight all day

It’s hot, shit is on, ask the cop

Tell the dreadlock that I rule the block

Ease back, nuff man ah die like that

An yah pussyhole ex-man shot in your back

Word to my hard rocks on Franklin Ave

Feel the bloodbath of the aftermath

The wrath of Duck Down, Bucktown is real

Word to my nigga Five Ft, hold the steel

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

Fuck where you’re from, it’s about where you’re at

Where your gat?

Whenever you’re in Bucktown

Shit iz real, all you hear is the sound

Word is bond

Y’knaamsayin?

Whole muthafuckin' Bed-Stuy frontin'

Knaamsayin?

Dis lil Hav'

Y’knaamsayin?

Mobb Deep in the house

And my man Buckshot

Shit iz real, kid

T’s in the house

I’m real, shit iz real, fuck the raw deal

Pick up the bitch in the back by the field

On the word, shit is heard in two-third

Pump herb to my niggas from 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

All my niggas orgy mad loads

Knows, all about the breaker of the cash

Nigga nasty-ass, sittin' all on my Bill Blass

I got a vibe in site, hmmm

Maybe cuz I had to get it on last night

With a nigga from up the block, who walked the rock, realer

But in a knuckle game;

I’mma head swell 'im

And when it comes to loading clips

Niggas talk shit get hit with the Tec and the hip

Straight from Bucktown, U.S.A

All my niggas must represent e’ryday

On the steel, shit iz real word to feel

Shit iz real, yo shit iz mad real

Shit iz mad real

Back up, we gon' flow

Muthafucka!!!

Fuck you!

What, I’ll punch you in your muthafuckin' face, what!

All you bitch-ass niggas

You wanna jam with me?

We don’t need that here

We don’t need that here

Wut the deal?

Wut the deal?

Bucktown