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Black Moon - Shit Iz Real lyrics
* Lyrics are different from the "Enta Da Stage" version
 [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 backBlack Moon - Shit Iz Real - http://motolyrics.com/black-moon/shit-iz-real-lyrics.html
 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...
















