Shit iz Real (Edit)

* 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 back 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...