Lyrics:

Yeah yeah, hah Where all my niggaz at? We up in here, what? Word up, all my peoples Crim-criminals in the penile Where ya at? Cats sacking green BillHill Clinton Chorus: It be real when I pack a steel Everyman for himdelf,send my love to a battlefield Aint no wack,its a straight up fact Or dip down in black once you hear the clap clap Verse One: Shit iz real, ain't no time to cash no butterflies Pass the St. Ide's Screwface is my disguise so look me in my eyes that aint 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, pussy Warning: my trigga finga gets busy Blaow, a single shot straight to the headpiece Decrease the peace and watch the murders increase See I'm ruthless, pistol whip a nigga toothless Me gettin hit that shit 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 fuckin 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 Paddle 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 muthafuckin steel Ain't no game boy, it's real Chorus 2X Verse Two: Shit iz real, I'm in some real shit Niggaz 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 muthafuckers violated to the fullest degree They did it smart, now they gotta see me And