[automatic gunfire] [T. Waters:] Yo, this ain't a motherfuckin game nigga (Real shit) real shit (ride out) ride out (Ride out) RIDE OUT (ride out) RIDE
have that You want your shit to blow up? Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack And blast that shit to kingdom come Then bring them some of this real
weight up, with my hate And pay 'em back when I'm bigga Still thuggin' in this jail cell missing my block Hearing brothers screaming all night, wishing they'd
blocks with street sweepers Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned in school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece
judgment day It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler [E.D.I. Amin] Now in these last days and
Verse 1] Niggas screw they face up at me On some real shit son, they don't want beef I cock that, aim that shit out the window Spray, there ain't a shell
feat. A-Wax, Richie Rich, Russell Lee [Russell Lee] Yeah, Yeah I'm a spit some of this real game Some real shit Some real talk Na, na Whoa-oh, Whoa [
higher than number 1 you know I used to beat that block Now I be's the block (partner let me upgrade you) [verse 1:] I hear you be the block But I'm
truth speaks through this poetry For me to call shot Cock block my life Add a little spice Devil eyes snake rise on dice Have your fam call christ Flipmode battle for mics All my shit
and your shit needs improvin From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real force
niggas better give props nigga ('Fore you get dropped) fuck around and get your shit popped nigga, Flip-flop niggas, you could (really get your shit
block a little My block popped a little even though my rocks was little But now a nigga grown started sellin bigger stones Got a steady clientele that can't leave the shit
real, I was blessed with skill The FS in my necklace still I'm a threat for real, I come at niggas necks for real Tryna build my success got me stressed for real
everything So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit I smoke blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty
big poppa I got a big dick and I'd a pop her Yea the kid talk shit but the kid don't front How ever shit go "Give 'Em What They Want" I ain't signing
bitch V8 Is Joe's crib for reals and they even warn the kids in school That coke kills crack, I'm back Now thats the sourcers you should know how shit
[Introduction] Gorillaz Back the fuck up D12 [Proof] There ain't no trouble in rock (rock) On every block (block) Late for School, Late for Work But
we get it poppin' bang like crip's and blood's And ain't shit change I still keep a bandana and pack gun's nigga (Verse 4: D.O. Cannons) You better watch