It's Real - Paris

On the scene back again with the mothafuckin' grip 
93 was the year P Dog came rippin' shit 
Bouncin' out the belly of the beast 
And still the same nigga 
That was hollerin': "Fuck peace!" 
But check it out  it's the same old thing 
Cause now the year's 94 
And ain't a damn thing changed 
Niggaz still droppin' dead like flies 
And i'm still lookin' for a way 
To make us raise 
I impose that I still hate the devil 
(That's right!) 
And I'm a mothafucka 
That'll take your ass to the next level 
Straight guerrilla in the mist to the end 
(Yeah, and put it in the mix again!) 
Yeah, now better listen why... 

Yeah! Right back at you once again in 94... 
P-Dog, righterous... 
Back up in you with another mothafuckin' bomb... 
And we kickin' the real... 

So anyway I'ma do it this time 
So you wanna hear 
Specially designed for your mind and soldier's ear 
Cause niggaz nowadays just shoot 
[Gunshot] 
And fuckin' with the crew 
Will get your ass peeled like fruit 
And everybody wanna be a Gee 
The same sick house nigga mentality 
Please, fuckin' with them fake fairytales 
Nigga, i don't trip cause I still kicks the realiest shit 
So please back on up, I'm lettin' off 
Representin' Allah and I'm raw 
Cause I'm god 
So I hope you're listenin' 
What I'm kickin': It's real 
(Yeah, I keep'em comin' with the shit you fear) 
Yeah, you better check it why? 

Yeah, fear no evil, fear no man... 
Shouts goin' out to all those fake-ass wanna-be...gees... 

Just break it on down...
Artist: Paris
Title: It's Real