(feat. B-Real) [Intro: Akrobatik - talking] ("In the cityyyy, well there") Uh, yeah, yeah (yeah) What up y'all? Yeah Back in effect One, two, one two
illiterate My soul is old, rhymes dirty, born illigetimate My shit received five mics before I submitted it If it didn't it's because the reviewer was inconsiderate Probably got his head up some R&B
[Chorus: Andre Nickatina] Nickatina says cast ya votes Tell all the freaks, yeah grab ya coats Tell all the nerds, yeah take some notes And R&B niggas
my reel niggas from H-town to Maine, Californ-i-a I got them boys riding swangs, popping trunk Al bang I'ma take this city Al B. don't bo Got them haters
reel niggas from H-town to Maine, Californ-i-a I got them boys riding swangs, popping trunk Al bang I'ma take this city Al B. don't bo Got them haters
an mc is stop crying cause I aint lying I spit fire like a phoenix As in venus I been rocking Born with a microphone in my hand Im the realest and im
me The Bible told me what's in disguise But, I broke nights like they need to be fixed I had a thought pattern process pattern that D and B's rich But
up, making your zone shake Diggin up a dead b-boy and watch him as bones break Like skaters slippin of poles on Real TV So see me for real CDs and DVDs
:] 1 pap wi nuh fire nuh dat An my crew nuh buss 2 2 Caa wi 3 4 5 pan d endz 6 shoota magnum mi get from spragga benz Yo, 1 pap wi nuh fire nuh dat An
shit almost sounds convincing The last time I felt a sinking contradictive as this Was the last time we played a show in Cinnci' "Get real." they tell me If only they knew how real
sucht Das hier geht pop pop pop pop Ich bin kein Gangster, kein G Ich bang bang auf'n Beat, ich bin back, bring back, realen Rap, reale Musik Ich bin
[B.G.] It's me, the B.G., doin' my thang Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang I gettin' off into shit you can not handle I'm settin' it off in
u we ballin outta control Cause we do shows all seven days of the week Top of the line rides flying up and down the street Any kind of car C.M.B (Cash
I'm ready to take it to some "G" shit, street shit Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split I'm off Valence, ain't no doubt this B.G. ain't real
these niggas [B.G.] Grab the triggas and blast [Wayne] Lets get filthy wit' these niggas [B.G.] Take they figures and dash [Wayne] Lets get serious with these niggas [B
t care, that's nothin, grind don't stop (don't stop) I'm on fire, still hustle when the block hot (hot hot hot) I'm real, so I ain't never ever forgot
I gots to have it, up it busta, real fast Fo' I get to the point, fuck it buster, and I'll blast You play with fire get burned, fuck wit B.G. get burnt
[Talking] B.G. I don't play Shit real nigga This cut throat gotta play it raw Verse:1 Lil' Turk Gettin' killed aint no thang in the N.O. Some people