Real Shit – D-block – letras

[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 OUT!E’rybody a killer until a killer approachesAnd then, all that hocus, pocus boastinYou no wins, callin the field up and the drama done build upAnd this poverty’s the cards that they dealed usNiggaz that will bust behind bars don’t act toughWithout no dust, niggaz don’t go nuts!I’m good, chain dangle in every hoodLeather and wood, I ain’t on no celebrity bullCould never be full, until my niece is obeseWon’t sleep ’til e’ry one of my folks eatDig a ditch, large amount {?} high GMy nigga {?} go to sleep with a mac on the sheetsAnd now, we done started some new shit, exclusiveGangsta, if you refuse it, you stupidWHOO KID? No not the DJ, the D.A.Play what he say on replay, what you didInstead of 1-2, niggaz doin two bidsHe got life, you slid to a new cribAnd no one know where you liveBut e’rybody know exactly what you didNiggaz’ll act cool ’til they get them a lil’ bid, shitThat’s when they flip and start to act like a little bitchMy, nigga for life, motherfucker’s a hypocriteThe way the bullet hit him probably think they was intimateI’ll stand on feet like planted treesI’m on my A-game, never switch plans to BThe man you see, see, I got plans to beIn position where I ain’t gotta carry grams with meWhen I ride 45 in my hand with meGangsta clique, organized, we a familyAnd when the last gun fire and the smoke clearWe gon’ be standin right there like shit ‘cheaI got the 40 on me homey, not a big beerAnd guerilla niggaz actin like big bearsMy man Ruger up in Vancouver with the LandcruiserThat’s my mans and, he was hand to hand distributorsHeard blam, niggaz hoppin out of vans tryin to shoot usShot back, nigga hit the gas tank, shit blew up[KABOOM]