Shit Iz Real - Black Moon

Check how I kick it, when I was wicked, around the way 
Hold my Tec, cuz my niggaz pump by day 
Drugs and thieves hit the eve of the night 
Niggaz who fake real, come on a real flight 
Six feet deep in the creep 
Mic technique got a nigga locked down for a week 
Word is bond, shit is on like this 
Gotta move, cuz I'm on a nigga hitlist 
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 
But I'm a little nigga from the heart of Bucktown 
My stomping ground is Brooklyn bound 
Fuck what you heard, it's about what you hit 
And if that's your girl, then your bitch ain't shit 
Fuckin all my niggaz cuz they know Black Moon 
Shit iz real yo, pass that boom 
Never parlay without a L 
Inhale the first hit for all my niggaz locked in jail 
Then go for dolo on a coup, laundry 
Shoot the wack in the back and I'm aight all day 
It's hot, shit is on ask the cops 
Tell the dreadlock that I rule the block 
Ease back, nuff man ah die like that 
Eyah pussy all de X-amount of shot 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 nigga Five Ft on the steel 
on a nigga who faked the jack, yo lift it back 
Fuck where you're from, it's about where you're at 
Where your gat? Whenever you in Bucktown 
Shit iz real, all you hear is the sound 
I'm real, shit iz real, fuck the raw deal 
Pick up the bitch in the back by the field 
on the word, shit is heard in two-third 
Pump herb to my niggaz from a nickel bag of absurd 
On-The-Real is locke