Face It

[Intro] All the real niggas, yeah I ain't even reppin' Fuck a endz, this just for real niggas Yeah Big H, I run these fucking streets [Verse 1] My cats pipe sniff O's on a night shift Fuck a skunk zoot, nah they want a white spliff Shit I don't spit, nah man, I flip the coke So you won't see me for less than a fifty note Shit that ain't even deep that's just vocals The real h got cats OD'ing on snowballs Fuck you criminals, I'm the real convict That will get your ribcage sprayed and your lungs hit Cus I'm oldschool, fuck a phonecall My man there got the chrome, yo, so it's cool We dig graves and hide bodies in alleyways So you'll get reported, missing like you ran away Cus I quick draw any time I see war Leave bullets jammed in your head like a ? Cus this a mean team, shit I'm a supreme being Come rounds the ends drop a psalms on each beam And I don't wifey chicks, shit I just pimp the bitch Have her sell herself on three different fucking strips Shit, imagine me being pussy whipped And I don't wanna settle down I wanna push a whip Damn, how can I get caught in domestics When I serve fiends from Selby to Prestwich All my crack houses become rat infested So I've gotta watch out for those fiends getting arrested [Hook] Face it, you're never gonna win or make it Man, face it, you never been on the wing on basic Just face it, you're not from the street you faking Man, face it, you're not gonna be just hating Face it, you're never gonna win or make it Man, face it, you never been on the wing on basic Just face it, you're not from the street you faking Man, face it, all you are fake What the fuck, man [Verse 2] Red dot on the Glock, nah laserbeam You be standing all shocked when I spray your team I got fiends that make up mad machine Hide the crack, fuck trying to cap the greens You man still waiting on the draw I moved like all the food, now I'm getting sore My instincts alone brought me on the raw Heard guys out in country getting 40 on a score What man trying to take? Throw away that eighth You need keys up in this bitch just to be safe I ain't gonna be that nigga there dead broke Cus I keep on flippin', chippin' the best coke Yo, god forbid the way I give rocks to kids Take off head tops and wigs You don't really wanna fuck with Bigs I got chicks on the side that will link man to spray your ribs Meridian's the Monarchy, H his majesty Throw me on the cross it won't even be blasphemy Shoot you in the face, that ain't even a tragedy Man I move bare food, the whole ends is mad at me Deep in the shit, you niggas just affiliated On the real streets you'll get eliminated I don't talk much, might get incriminated Shit, I just deal with beef before it gets instigated [Hook] [Outro] Yeah, man, H Big H, representing Get what I'm saying All Selby, Meridian All the real niggas behind the bars, you know what I'm sayin' Bossman, Pablo, President T, all Meridian heads, yeah The real niggas the one you never see, the ones not in the spotlight What the fuck, man, I don't even talk much, fuck a outro