Beanie Sigel - That's Real (feat. AZ) lyrics

[Verse 1: AZ] I holds it down for the convicts that live in a box And them little grimy n***as that live in them spots Venimous plots, real nine ? Glocks Spin with the drop Hammer co*ks, sent you a shot Brooklyn motha f**a, we blend with the blocks Live n***as, type to spend 10 on a watch Face lift it Hit it straight nuttin' to taste wit it f** shots Cop bottles, whole case wit it Street war n***as don't beef no more See the k** 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 (blaow) Lets get it on With the guns drawn Ride or die No what's wrong Gettin' sh**ted on My reply Cut you up with some sh** 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 inertubes Mack pop the pistol well Cop fish scales Used to pop a pistol quick co*k that ? sh** Gun still on the missile tip Hit that main tissue sh** Kidney, lungs, heart, spleen, brain tissue sh** I hit you n***as where it hurt at Where you little n***as they dirt at Where they pump they work at Recognize when the motha f**in' 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**ed Pissey be on your bluff [Beanie Sigel] I roll with n***as that'll clap you up Get locked and wait for you to get knocked and whack you up Stick a motha f**in' sword in ya Make everybody on the motha f**in' block see the broad in ya [az] Arm the ? n***as need to bomb wit us Dawn wit us Bust of they chronic wit us Quiet Money, Roc-A-Fella n***a arm your pups Play the game before your palms get touched (n***a) [Beanie Sigel] I (spiffin?) n***as 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] - repeat 3X 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 Tha'ts 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