Uncle Murda - On the Real lyrics

(East New York!) [Hook] On the real, everything I spit be real They like all Murda talk about is k**, k**, k** (Uh) On the real, everything I spit be real They like all Murda talk about is k**, k**, k** (187) On the real, everything I spit be real They like all Murda talk about is k**, k**, k** (Homicides) [Verse 1] I'm on that street sh**, ain't nothin' sweet I'm a G I'll pop you any day of the week (Monday through Sunday!) sh**, all my life I've been involved in gunplay Violate me and I'll get you k**ed on Monday (I will!) This one n***a didn't understand me kid So I popped him, I don't care who his family is (Who he related to?) sh**, now his brother sayin' he gon shoot me Stupid a** little n***a, I got him k**ed on Tuesday (Hahahaha!) Little n***a kept runnin' his mouth Sayin' he's k** get me with the gun in his house (Where ya gun?) sh**, now they cousin's sayin' he gon' get me Yo y'all n***as is dumb I got him k**ed on Wednesday (Hahahaha!) He said he ain't his cousins, he gon' make it hot He had his gun when I hit him but he ain't bust no shots (He ain't even shoot!) sh**, now their uncle sayin' he gon' hurt me Oh y'all get it now, I got him k**ed on Thursday (Hahahaha!) Him and they aunt comin' out the grocery store Closed caskets, I hit em in the face with the fours (sh**..)(Ohhh!) Friday night, I'm in the studio recordin' (1,2) Rappin' 'bout this kid I shot Friday mornin' (D'ey don' know!) Yep, it was like 9:30 am When I ran up on that kid, caught with the AR, sprayed 'em (Ohhhh) I'm on that Brooklyn, East New York sh** (East New York!) I ain't shoot nobody Saturday, but my man did (Slim!) My gun jammed on me but Slim gun didn't Slim hittin' him while I'm holdin' my gun tryna fix it (Get him Slim!) The same kid that I shot on Monday Real talk, I f**ed his baby moms on Sunday (Come here b**h!) I'm on that street sh**, ain't nothin' sweet This the East, same sh** might happen next week (Awwww!) Hook (3x) On the real, everything I spit be real They like all Murda talk about is k**, k**, k** (Murda!) On the real, everything I spit be real They like all Murda talk about is k**, k**, k** (187!) On the real, everything I spit be real They like all Murda talk about is k**, k**, k** (Homicide!) [Talking] And that's not all I talk about n***a, you just not listening! Brooklyn!