sh*t Iz Real lyrics

by

Method Man


Yeah yeah, hah
Where all my n*ggas at?
We up in here, what?
Word up, all my peoples
Crim-criminals in the penile
Where ya at? Cats sacking green
Bill/Hill Clinton

Chorus:

It be real when I pack a steel
Everyman for himdelf,send my love to a battlefield
Ain't no wack,its a straight up fact
Or dip down in black once you hear the clap clap

Verse One:

sh*t iz real, ain't no time to catch no butterflies
Pass the St. Ide's
Screwface is my disguise
Dont look me in my eyes that ain't wise
The first chump that jumps is the first chump that dies
Raw, spell that backward that's war
Lay low scarecrow I'm knockin at your front door
Pointin a pistol to your peekhole, pus*y
Warning: my trigga finga gets pushy
Blaow, a single shot straight to the headpiece
Decrease the peace and watch the murders increase
See I'm ruthless, pistol whip a n*gga toothless
Me gettin hit that sh*t is ludicrous
I'm on my P's and my Q's
Try to put your foot in my shoes kid, you gotta pay the f*ckin dues
I ain't the one to play Pammy
I leave the head all red like that little orphan Annie
I'm dressed in black like Streets of Harlem
Pat punk's pockets down with no problem
And get away just like an Unsolved Mystery
You don't believe me G, check my pedigree
And you can feel how I deal with the muthaf*ckin steel
Ain't no game boy, it's real

Chorus 2X

Verse Two:

sh*t iz real, I'm in some real sh*t
n*ggas wet up the lab, Ma Dukes got hit
Now they knew I was trying to give em what I owe em
But now I gotta act like I don't know em
The muthaf*ckers violated to the fullest degree
They did it smart, now they gotta see me
And I'ma flip like an acrobat,to get them bast*rds back
And let them know where my head is at
I pack a cannon, I know where them faggots be standin
Near the stores, with them Hip Hop whores
And there I was all dipped and fatigued
Goin Rambo, G.I. Joe of a dolo
Droppin bodies, bodies they was droppin
Like rain from a blackman that went insane
They dissed my Earth I had to diss they whole universe
Blew up the block, stepped back then watched it burst
n*ggas was runnin, I was steady gunnin em down
They hittin the ground from the impact of the four pound
Some kids tried to dip in the whip, I emptied the clip
And watched a car do a f*ckin flip
Reloaded at the same time the car exploded
Spotted a Gangsta b*tch, told her to hold it
It only took five secs for she squealed, BLAKA BLAKA
Two shots to the twat, sh*t iz real

Chorus 2X

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