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    "That's Real" Lyrics

    Az feat. Beanie Sigel

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    Genre:Hip-Hop
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    [Verse 1: AZ]
    I holds it down for the convicts that live in a box
    And them little grimy n*ggaz that live in them spots
    Venoumous plots, real nine inch glocks
    Spin with the drop
    Hammer cocks, sent you a shot
    Brooklyn motha f*cka, we blend with the blocks
    Live n*ggaz, type to spend 10 on a watch
    Face lift it
    Hit it straight nuttin' to taste wit it
    F*ck shots
    Cop bottles, whole case wit it
    Street war
    N*ggaz don't beef no more
    See the kill for real or don't eat no more
    Sleep no more
    Hollow tips'll eat you raw
    Straight through the right cheek of your jaw (blaw)
    Lets get it on
    With the guns drawn
    Ride or die
    No whats wrong
    Gettin' sh*tted on
    My reply
    Cut you up with some sh*t that'll tear your soul
    Wrap up if you feel the cold
    That's real

    [Hook: Beanie Sigel]
    My' spit from my block men
    Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in
    Stick a ?marriage? through the gate when they locked in
    You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in
    That's real
    My spit from my street men
    All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in
    Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
    Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in
    That's real

    [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
    I break laws when I want to
    Jaws when I want to
    Everybody, get them on the floor when I come through
    Know the rules not to move when I come to jam you
    Two hammers
    One in my hand one in the tan room
    The General
    I could care less if there's ten of you
    I'm built for stress
    Do what few men can do
    Send a few into you
    Injured you, you injured two
    Mack 11 ya hit your Chevy
    Sent it off in his inner tubes
    Mack pop the pistol well
    Cop fish scales
    Used to pop a pistol quick
    Cock that (?) sh*t
    Gun still on the missile tip
    Hit that main tissue sh*t
    Kidney, lungs, heart, spleen, brain tissue sh*t
    I hit you n*ggaz where it hurt at
    Where you little n*ggaz they dirt at
    Where they pump they work at
    Recognize when the motha f*ckin' truth in here
    Beanie Sieg hottest thing in the booth this year
    That's real

    [Hook: Beanie Sigel]
    My spit from my block men
    Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in
    Stick a ?marriage? through the gate when they locked in
    You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in
    That's real
    My spit from my street men
    All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in
    Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
    Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in
    That's real

    [AZ]
    Ya little mind and the things that it conjure up
    Even worse when you Henney'd and Ganja'd up
    Could see it now
    Feet duck taped, arms in cuffs
    Your conscience f*cked
    Pissey be on your bluff

    [Beanie Sigel]
    I roll with n*ggaz that'll clap you up
    Get locked and wait for you to get knocked and whack you up
    Stick a motha f*ckin' sword in ya
    Make everybody on the motha f*ckin' block see the broad in ya

    [AZ]
    Arm the (?)
    N*ggaz need to bomb wit us
    Dawn wit us
    Bust of they chronic wit us
    Quiet Money, Roc-A-Fella n*gga arm your pups
    Play the game before your palms get touched (n*gga)

    [Beanie Sigel]
    I (spiffin?) n*ggas doin' a long time
    All day, could see new spades and keep a blade on a phone line
    Keep the guards payed so they got they own line
    Hustle on the block still make they own wine
    That's real

    [Hook: Beanie Sigel] x3
    My spit from my block men
    Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in
    Stick a ?marriage? through the gate when they locked in
    You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in
    That's real
    My spit from my street men
    All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in
    Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
    Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in
    That's real
    This song was submitted on June 22nd, 2012 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing.
    Written by Anthony S Cruz, Dwight Grant, Roosevelt Harrell.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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