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1. _ Real Bad Boys

2. _ Shit Iz Real

Yeah yeah, hah
Where all my niggaz at?
We up in here, what?
Word up, all my peoples
Crim-criminals in the penile
Where ya at? cats sacking green
Bill/hill clinton

Chorus:

It be real when i pack a steel
Everyman for himdelf,send my love to a battlefield
Aint no wack,its a straight up fact
Or dip down in black once you hear the clap clap

Verse one:

Shit iz real, ain't no time to cash no butterflies
Pass the st. ide's
Screwface is my disguise so look me in my eyes that aint wise
The first chump that jumps is the first chump that dies
Raw, spell that backward that's war
Lay low scarecrow i'm knockin at your front door
Pointin a pistol to your peekhole, pussy
Warning: my trigga finga gets busy
Blaow, a single shot straight to the headpiece
Decrease the peace and watch the murders increase
See i'm ruthless, pistol whip a nigga toothless
Me gettin hit that shit is ludicrous
I'm on my p's and my q's
Try to put your foot in my shoes kid, you gotta pay the fuckin dues
I ain't the one to play pammy
I leave the head all red like that little orphan annie
I'm dressed in black like streets of harlem
Paddle punk's pockets down with no problem
And get away just like an unsolved mystery
You don't believe me g, check my pedigree
And you can feel how i deal with the muthafuckin steel
Ain't no game boy, it's real

Chorus 2x

Verse two:

Shit iz real, i'm in some real shit
Niggaz wet up the lab, ma dukes got hit
Now they knew i was trying to give em what i owe em
But now i gotta act like i don't know em
The muthafuckers violated to the fullest degree
They did it smart, now they gotta see me
And i'ma flip like an acrobat,to give them bastards back
And let them know where my head is at
I pack a cannon, i know where them thugs be standin
Near the stores, with them hip hop whores
And there i was all dipped and fatigued
Goin rambo, g.i. joe of a dolo
Droppin bodies, bodies they was droppin
Like rain from a blackman that went insane
They dissed my earth i had to diss they whole universe
Blew up the block, stepped back and watched it burst
Niggaz was runnin, i was steady gunnin em down
They hittin the ground from the impact of the four pound
Some kids tried to dip in the whip, i emptied the clip
And watched a car do a fuckin flip
Reloaded at the same time the car exploded
Spotted a gangsta bitch, told her to hold it
It only took five secs for she squealed, blaka blaka
Two shots to the twat, shit iz real

Chorus 2x

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3. _ See What I See

4. _ Can You Feel It

5. _ Dear God

Dear god, i wonder can you save me?
I'm workin out in this world that you made g
Homicide rapes and robberies
When it happens in my neighborhood police they look for me
I'm the prime suspect in the projects
I got this fucked up rep that keeps me behind a step
Always broke so i got this attitude
In my lab never fool my man, this is crazy rude
Gyros and pizza, be my lunch and dinner
I know that i'm a sinner, but god help me out nigga
I got problems that only death could solve
A high school drop out, and my ged won't get me no job
My family be callin me a loser
Moms she's a boozer, got me livin life with no future
The only thing that keeps me strivin is rhymin and uhh
Bump n grindin besides that i feel like dying
Word to my peoples in the essence
I send my blessings
I know you gone, but it might be for the best
Cuz life is full of stress
And the projects you won't progress
God, fuck the world, it's a mess

Chorus: pop da brown hornet

Dear, god, as i look into the sky
I pray to you, and i, wonder why
I wonder why things be the way they are
So until then i pray for that it ends tomorr

Verse two: shyheim

I'm in another world lookin from the outside in
A corrupt planet, operating strictly off sin
You ask me will i miss this joint when i pass
The world can kiss my ass, i'm staring at the hour glass
Every day lived, is a step towards death
It's not til you're dead that your bodies at rest
A funeral should be a celebration, everyone embracin
This song'll be my dedication, unto
The two cent s, my cousin duana, and case
Rest in peace no-one can ever take your place
The pain is eternal
No-one to turn to when i sit and think about you
No longer in the physical, dealing with your spiritual essence
You're gone but we still feel your presence
Nothing can bring you back, black
Still and all it's just a fact that you gone
Dive i intox on the bar, a dagger in the heart
For every lifeforce that gets a brand new start
It's the harsh reality you're forced to deal with
Another family hit crawling in a endless pit
Of sorrow, no-one's promised tomorrow

Chorus 2x

Verse three: shyheim

(it seems like the good times vs the bad times)
Yo i barely go to school cuz crime be on my mind
Fuck local hits to leakers that's all in the past
And i'm livin for the future gotta make the great cash
(slow down shorty, goodness come to those that wait
If you move too fast i might be going to your wake)
True indeed, but i got mouths to feed
Members of my family upstate in need for commisary
And if you stressin me, gettin the, best of me
So it seems like life is my worst enemy
(don't let it get to you, shy
Life is what you make it, you can't escape it
Play you like a bitch and just take it)
Hell no, cuz when i'm goin, i'm goin out with style
With two macs going to war with the other side of town
Ain't nuttin sweet about me, pop let them niggaz know
I'm countin blood money, cuz i'm a thug honey
I use the world as my zoo, i ain't no fuckin dummy
I'm street smart, i tear a college grad apart
(i gets amped when i think about the slave camps
I feel the pain, use a tec-9 to brake away the chain)
Yo calm down big fella everything gonna be aight
Go lookin for them blues you got a nigga wanna do right
(don't sweat it,just play the game of life at your best
Life is full of stress and in the projects you won't progress
Shy fuck the world it's a mess)
Yeah aight

Chorus 2x

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6. _ Still There

Hah, oh word up, this is one of them
Yo let me tell ya son
This one of them gettin dick sucked type tracks
Im tellin you, in the closests or where check it out

Verse one:

What up boo, how life treatin ya girl
Hopefully you're takin care of yourself out in the world
As for me, i'm mainting in this packed hell hole
Hopefully in the year 2000 big kane'll be home
My old school crew frontin on me cept for a few
It's a shame that jail had to make me feel the way i do
But it's all good, enough for me what's up wit you
You don't write or come and visit me like you used to
What's the problem huh why all of a sudden you dissapearin
Now that i need you the most you actin like you don't care and
It hurts my feelins but life must continue
I heard that big mark died please don't say this shit is true
If so that's fucked up oh tell my niggaz what's up
And don't get caught up in no bullshit and get sicked up
How is my seeds doin i know they're crazy big by now
Tell 'em daddy loves 'em no matter what the fuck goes down
And love dark ha, he's a dead man walkin for talkin
To jiggy jake i'm puttin him in a coffin
Ay yo i'm vexed so ima end this little letta
So take care of yourself for worst or for fuckin betta

Are you still there for me baby i need to know
You're one of the only things i got in this whole wide world
You're my whole wide world
(repeat)

Verse two:

All i do is party and bullshit
Fuck big chicks that's mad thick
Roll through the big city
In bm's and cruiser land's
But damn, it aint the same without my fam
You niggaz understand
On new years i drink beers and bust off heat
I'm in this little street doin by any means to eat
You gotta get up get out and rob suntin
Ha don't let dem niggaz with that cream walk by that's right
I be shootin and stabbin, robbin niggaz whateva
For gold chains, rings, watches, diamond studs and leathaz
My peoples one love ya'll stay bugged
Don't crimp your style none cause we thugs..foreva

Are you still there for me homiez i need to know
You're really the only thing i got in this whole wide world
You're my whole wide world
(repeat)

(my cousin tawana, rest in peace girl, you're my whole wide world)

I need somebody there when it's hard kid oh yeah yeah
When they bring the ruckus to me
You're my whole wide world

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7. _ Don't Front/let's Chill

8. _ What Makes The World Go Round

[trigger tha gambler]
There a toker, under the numb, scumb looker
Get the gatherin, big willy, me, thug rich and booker
The gun to gun, face off, street smart nigga
That i'm ready to tear your numbers right off the burners
To throw the d-8 trace off, ruckus click cause the mystery
Sellin, which, cap killin, go down in history
You dissin me, bell to releact the combat
I sit back, when niggaz throw raps
I be like, "where your are at"

[rubbabandz]
It's a leaky-leak world and i don't give a fuck
All i wanna do is puff that purple stuff
The sun ain't never shine on my block
It's like a permanent eclipse
The only light is gun spark
Fightin on the premissis, that you want to be yours
Catch your on the stairs, your floor's eight
But, you won't make it past four
I'm sick and tired of niggaz actin high fashional
Flashin, wackin and not reactin

[smoothe da hustler]
Yall niggaz, know what time it is
Leavin niggaz withour no watches
When i drop this shit about hustlin
Yall niggaz know, who rhyme it is
You gettin the head from bathroom
To book-book to rap-rap to tracks-tracks to wax-wax
When starts toss the headphone
The dead zone, mc's get done since
The grittiest square root
Equals a dead mother fucker in my circumference
The shell maxed, well matched, dressed in black leather
To come through buildin for buildin
Jack dead for crime cheddar

[shyheim]
All day, i dream about guns, money, cars and bitches
Thirsty niggaz, who want my riches
I got somethin for em, in '96, you gotta be trife or die
That's how it is in the streets of s.i., in god we trust the lye
Niggaz i run with, their mentality is fuck it
And heated with a vest, gun cocked ready to buck shit
Altough they do, to makin crack and dope sales
And jiggy-jigg won't stop us from gettin the dough, for real

[trigger] money, clips and fat stacks make the world go round
[d.v.] what makes the world go round
[rubba] alcohol and marijuana makes the world go round
[d.v.] what makes the world go round
[smoothe] cocaine, lactose and boilin water makes the world go round
[d.v.] what makes the world go round
[shyheim] big guns, money and pussy makes the world go round
[d.v.] what makes the world go round, round

[rubbabandz]
Shaolin, stapleton born and raised
The battlegrounds is where we spend most of our days
I lick a shot for niggaz slingin cooked up rocks
To make the prophet, so all yall crap niggaz need to stop it
I see my peeps transform like autobots
Shootin at missed, prime ass niggaz, who stop us from makin figgaz
We can't be eliminated, the world wil be contaminated
G.p. players activated

[d.v. alias khrist]
Shot twenty shells, twenty heads fell
Twenty bodies rapped, twenty churches rung death bells
The bitch fucker, the thug cop chucker
The glock under my belt, tucker, the wild mother fucker
My lifestyles, maxin, taxin, a pistol wipin
Girl come here, bitch slapped and carjackin
Cap carrier, contract arrangin, twenty-thousand dollar hit
Body, the scenic

[shyheim]
Bet your life nigga on two red and one green dice
For fifty cents, nickels or get nice and pay the price
A hot rolex with ice, fit around my wrist
A gorilla in the mist, with a four fifth, kill you and your bitch
Get you open like bullet wounds, deadly like toxic fumes
Get my peoples ??? through all the ballons
Wack rappers and listeners, this for all yall
Can't follow, put my records out on virgin
Cause my styles be sellin

[smoothe da hustler]
Brooklyn and shaolin puttin the hurtin in front of the curtain
Hookin and crookin, i'm takin back uptown, back downtown like fulton
I house the best, when i be rappin, i be packin
So niggaz in clubs, fire marshalls got me on house arrest
Front, i caution it, i bless so many mics
After i die, niggaz'll cut my hand off and auction it
Nineteen seventy-seven, february eighth
This little nigga be packin big, but i ain't got faith to hustle it

[rubba] thugs, slugs and drugs make the world go round
[d.v.] what makes the world go round
[trigger] hand in pistol, pull out the gristle makes the world go round
[d.v.] what makes the world go round
[shyheim] murderers and carjackers make the world go round
[d.v.] what makes the world go round
[smoothe] state to state, pushin weight make the world go round
[d.v.] what makes the world go round, tound, round, round, round

[d.v. alias khrist]
Brooklyn, brownsville makes the world go round
Shaolin, stapleton makes the world go round
G.p. wu makes the world go round
D.r. period makes the world go round
D.v. alias khrist makes the world go round
I said the ruckus makes the world go round
Mr. trigger makes the world go round
Smoothe da hustler, definitely makes the world go round
Shyheim makes the world go round
Rubbabandz makes the world go round
The nexx level click makes the world go round
It be the crew that makes the world go round
It be the crew, it be the crew that makes the world go round
It be the crew, it be the crew makes the world go round

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9. _ Things Happen

[shyheim]
"sup, how was your ride."
"it was long, but i'm aiiight."
"true, true."
"so you takin care of yourself in here?"
"no question, i gets down for mines."
"yeah i know, i heard a lot about you."
"word? i'm sayin tho-"
"anyway, if you don't mind me askin, how'd you get into alla this?"
"yo, it's a long story..."

I started off light, knockin off y'all packs for this kid pat
He told me to take 30 and bring him the rest back
It didn't take long for my clientele to swell
Snitches started to tell, broke niggas was jail
Cause they couldn't outhustle me so they tried to muscle me
But i ain't pussy y'all i leave em dead like a kennedy
Took a half a year to get a half a brick
My own shit, now i make profit on every flip
No more hand-to-hands, i'm the big man now
Push a black land cruiser, pack a chrome trey-pound now
I'm smellin all the animos in the air
Pat spreadin rumors that he gonna take me outta here
What the fuck the bloodclot thinkin
My plan's to roll up in an old black lincoln and leave him dead and stinkin
And i'm a man of my word, word
I seen him on the curb smokin herb
I made the continental swerve
And hopped out and started lettin off shots
And didn't stop until i seen his body drop
Then a nigga like me just skated
I know he was packin steel, that made it drug-related
Youknowi'msayin

Chorus: (2x)
Things happen so keep your eyes open
Sheisty ones be scopin
That's why guns we be totin
Things happen so keep your eyes open
Sheisty ones be scopin

I'm on the run from po-po
Some crab niggas pulled the bitch move
My blood pressure's high but i play it calm and smooth
Everybody's my enemy, can't trust no one
The last time i trust a trust i almost got done
So keep your eyes open and beware of the ruckus
Cause life ain't nothin but thirsty, grity muthafuckers
I ran with niggas that will kill ya warm dead
Keep it real is who i pumped into them niggas little heads
My granddad, he used to call me killer now i am
Everybody where i used to chill, fuck them
My mind was playin tricks on me shorty
Once i was like "turn yourself in and do the time" (yo fuck that)
The pigs wanted five, tell my moms i love her
And stay strong and don't fall
I'm in the hands of the lord

Chorus (2x)

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10. _ Life As A Shorty

[4 x life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough]

Thug niggaz bounce to this,
Only thug niggaz bounce to this,
Word up,
I wan't no fruitcake ass ? niggaz bouncing to this shit right here,
Word up, strictly hardcore only, check it

[shyheim]
Gunshots, they travel throughout my projects quickly,
I stay thuggin', for pray the god that none hits me,
Me and my peoples we swarm in packs,
Some rap others sell crack, to get stacks of the green paper,
We move makers, lex and landcruisers takers,
Block vacators, thugs that run 5 acres of land
Flooded with dealers who kill for grams,
It's the street life, baby you wouldn't understand nothing,
Getting my hustle on, just 8 to 10,
But here i go again, cause recreation programs,
They makin' me no grands,
So much stress on my mind i can just kill a man

[2 x life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough]

[shyheim]
I never knew my own dad when i was young he broke out,
That's when my mom got smoked out,
And i took the street route, i hung around with real gangstas
Playas and hustlas, i guess they liked my style a lot,
So they took a little nigga under the wing,
Eventually i started slingin' white shit,
No time for school 'cause the hours didn't mix,
So sleep late at night most nights i didn't even sleep,
That's how i got caught up, and sold a dime to the beast.
They offered me a 1 to 3, hahaa , i do a bullet,
Traded in my gats for greens that's how the state do it,
I'm movin' ain't no joking get your muthafuckin' dosage,
So when you and the penal don't be acting like no biaaatch

[4 x life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough]

[shyheim]
I'm seventeen now, and i'm off to parole,
I see the ? a month, hopefully i be home,
I'm kinda anxious, i haven't seen my friends in a year,
My moms od and when i think about it every seals,
But i'm a young man that gotta change his lifestyle,
Get a job at compound, it ain't easy as it sounds,
I gotta have some fast money, flippin' burgers everyday,
I been to ? house, i get a slinky day,
Anybody in my way i'm blasting, fuck the peace
'cause there's a war upon the streets,
No south west or east, all my niggaz in the struggle
Hold your head and get the cream,
Big gunz money and pussy be the us ghetto dream.

[life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough ...]

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11. _ Young Godz

Intro: rza, raekwon

Yo *echoes*
Older cats *echoes*
Yo *echoes*
Whassup rae? what's going on son?
Whattup dude?
Yeah, i ain't see y'all cats in a long time
Check it, yo
Y'all better be on that shit too
Older cats max with young godz who got the guns
Knowhati'msayin son?
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Y'all the little y'all the youth coming up
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums
Knowhati'msayin son?
Yo son
Of the young shaolin monks, chickenheads will get done
You the first man, you go first son

Verse one: shyheim

I'm mobb deep, in cherry cherokees i forever be
On some thug shit, runnin wild through new york city
Bustin guns rockin jew-els that shine like sun
Stapleton is where i'm from
And been down for years stayed on point like stairs (yeah, word up)
Cuz the jealous motherfuckers want to end my career
I never feared, the ghetto is hell, but i learned ta
Keep my mouth shut and pack a nickel-plated burner
And squeeze, if i get front on my nine millimi
Will have my enemies, behind trees
Niggaz that think they live cuz they puff a little lye
Pack a bullshit, twenty-five, nah don't think they'll kill us

Chorus: rza, with rae

Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns
You right about that kid
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Now yo y'all just keep everything moving you know
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums
The beat is sounding like star trek
Of the young shaolin monks, taking heads, with the tongue
So yo, youknowhati'msayin son?

Verse two: madman

Yo, deep in the ocean of the atlantic, here comes the killa falcon
I meditate then swing with the force of mountains
Brain cells is able to be bi-debatable
When i think it's hazardous to your ozone layer
A pre-meditated killer plan so kill the mayor, my silencer
Causes niggaz to hush, then i rush, like manchus
Who guard jewels and collect, cash rules with heavy jewels
I live by name and cut veins
Burning bodies into flames
Between my anger, i lock down every chamber
Hillside strangeler, a nigga with a mask like lone ranger
Rap poetic is injected into the brain athletic
Build off of rhymin calisthetics
I'm determined, i raise a army like hitler done germans
And become the allied commander, my enemies is catching on camera
They seek death, i begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time)
By giving butterfly stitches, bear witness
As i hang with jehovah's witnesses

Chorus: rza

Older cats max with young godz that got the guns
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung, by the killa bee stinga from the slums
From the young shaolin monks, taking heads with the tongue

Verse three: rubbabandz

Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do
Last year, you ran for the border with your crew
I flip, stacks, all the, time when i rhyme
Libra is my sign, and can't stand swine
When i dine, the automatic weapon
Got niggaz steppin, in the opposite direction
My jurisdiction, is off grounds to you clowns
My proposition, meaning you go round for round
Straight up and down, i broke the sound barrier
Scarier, than a tight skirt wrapped around a transvestite
The grammar, hype, nigga check your stacks
Or you'll be rhyming with a broke back
Niggaz talk about they rollin deep up in here
The only way you roll is if you in a wheelchair

Chorus: raekwon, rza

Older...
Yo, y'all calm down man calm down calm down
Yeah, and yo
Now yo, youknowhati'msayin?
I wanna tell y'all
Y'all up under the restrictions of the wu camp
Aiyyo rae, you got killa sin
Youknowhati'msayin?
Madman, shyheim the rugged child
So just take your time and handle life as it comes
Motherfuckin rubbabandz, the young godz comin through
Cause the real nigga gonna know what they gotta do
Showin and provin youknowhati'msayin? shaolin forever

Verse four: killa sin

Yo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war fuck the peace
Make shit hot like rockin tube socks at jones beach
In the summer, number one gunner run for cover
Keep em steppin with more lethal weapons than danny gloves
I cock back, action packed raps and gats
Niggaz trade mats for prats people react, to rza sharp tracks
Another day nother body dropped you better keep your shottie cocked
For actin snotty hobbes catch karate chops
Cuz wu-tang live, forever and a day
You better pray for better ways to get away when my beretta spray
We never play with commercialism
The hardcore rhythm give em more hell than an exorcism
My terrordome be a clever poem let it be known
I'm packin chrome and rollin phatter than eleven bones
My crew's sicker than that aids shit
While others get played quick, cause we be making hits through the grave sift
My right hand man, myself and the clan
Gun and mic stands reverses help me see my first a hundred grand
And to my physical one love power crazy real
For all them carbon copy niggaz lurkin in the rap deal

Chorus: rza

Older cats max, the young godz yo they got the guns
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
Come the young shaolin monks, taking heads with the tongue

Older cats max, young godz got the guns
Out of town niggaz best to run
Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, check it out
Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, they got the guns
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
From the young shaolin monks, takin heads with the tongue
From the slum comes the young shaolin monks, takin heads with the tongue
Older cats mack, but young godz got the guns
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung
Killa bee stinga from the slum, come the young
Shaolin monks taking heads with the tongue
Older cats max, but young godz they got the guns
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Aiyyo stop it
Older cats max but young godz they got the guns
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
From the young shaolin monks taking heads with the tongue
Young shaolin monks taking heads with the tongue
Older cats max but young godz got the guns
Out of town big willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung...

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