[Mic Geronimo] YEAH! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah C'mon, c'mon hah hah, M.G Know the G, hah hah, know the face Hah hah, know the name nigga, hah C'mon, yeah, yeah
Now who could do it like the M-I-C, y'all niggaz ain't about this life Runnin up inside of the crib to cut your lights My A.R. likes the thug life, drugs and gun fights White on whites, menage and dykes, and nice ice White wraps for these niggaz who scrap and gun clap Stick up kids, leavin y'all with two in the back Once you bitch-made niggaz started doin the rap Seven figure shit really started ruinin rap Take it back to hood shit bulletproof and biscuits Chips all for hustle and grams go from bricks And whips for templates, we switch while we movin all of this weight 'til we screamin all of us hate
[Chorus: Mic Geronimo] You see shit's still real Nothin ever change cause we still in the field Niggaz try to front but the game's too real We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel So fuck what you feel and shit's still real Nothin ever change cause we still in the field Niggaz try to front but the game's too real We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel So fuck what you feel, yeah
[Big Stan] Y'all niggaz better get the guns Fuck the pep talk, I don't wanna hear it When it's on it's on, talkin I don't feel it That's the fake shit, argue and just make shit hot And with my short fuse I'm always quick to make shit pop Nigga respect this, catch me on the block and with gloves I'm ambidextrous, sold with the glock and the snub But I ain't reckless, with me it's always one big dot then one big shot, and one kid drops Head shot, closed lid over one big box And a preacher left prayin over one big plot Never a mess, now I wanna conquer the world And I'ma do it, wanna know how? Fuckin with Earl He's the one that took me in to raise the dog from a pup With his guidance, help create a beast from a mutt Just released from the cut goin straight for the neck B.S., Bloodline, what the fuck you expect nigga?
[DMX] It's time to take out the garbage, y'all niggaz want the hard shit I got shit that'll start shit, rip apart shit and disregard shit Thought it wasn't real no more, just because I got a deal What you think, I ain't gon' steal no more? "Usual Suspects" once again - thus begins the bullshit we both went through form trusted friends Bustin him from where? (It's time to peel) Fuck what you heard baby! Shit's still real Y'all niggaz think your shit don't stink, cause it don't think Hit a motherfuckin iceberg your ship won't sink Bitch don't blink, cause I'ma hit you with somethin I'ma hit you for frontin, I'ma hit you for nuttin? You buggin I'm lovin it - the obstacles that I go through It keeps me real, don't make me have to show you Fuck you cause I don't know you, and listen dog If I gots to blow you, you know where you goin to