Deadly Venoms, Whiteboy, Ill Knob, 40 Glocc - Real Niggaz lyrics

Uh uh, turn me up a little, word up, word up
Uh uh, juice it, juice it
What what, new millennium, new millennium
Yeah, yeah, what, what, what
Huh, feel me on this one, uh, uh

Aiyo, son be easy, got some shit that leave
'em internally sleepy
Like Biggie, they can't see me
Holding they guns
Plus I stay on one like Big Pun
Dum-didi dum, didi dum, here I come
Bringing trouble too
It's a lyrical murder serving you
Champion, the rapping don, a k
A Scorpion
Drop a bomb, now it's on, L-Long, forty block
Freaker neater, hit the club
We gon' keep shit hot
You my bitch, nigga move, you got beef, yo
How we do violate things
Make you switch up and get a new name
Close shot, let me find out
You got a new game
Reload, try to hit 'em up
With even more pain
Picasso, fuck around and drive 'em all insane
Drive 'em all insane, drive 'em all insane

I'm on the east chilling, without a vest
I pack a pack of pro-b-black, and yo
I'm ready for sex i'm a West Coast vet, you
Can ask Rocks the World, who rocks the best
And you best to pick the
Right fucking Glocc to test
With yo locks and techs, where I'm from
It ain't option nigga
You either do, or get done
Big like Big Pun, and pop like Re-Run
With two guns, watch you do a damn C and run
For a life force
This thug shit runs through my balls
And veins, I'm leaving with a boss shit stain
I smack you out the ground with low range
Nigga
I run with a gang that blast to maintain
It's the same thing, popping off both coasts
Lost the dope it's all about the nigga
With the biggest paws
Laws being broken, get you searched
Super soaken
I'm representing potent, Californ-IA
Where niggas gang bang and
Serve 'caine every day
You getting layed flat on your back
From the raid I spray fucking roaches
Niggas is players not coaches
Turn on your TV, DV's the dopest

Things are nothing
Boy will dead, and everybody will rotten
Send them our airplane
Send them our mountain
Fucking with the real nigga, real killa
See for ear to my nodding
Me yell out things in Latin
Boy will dead, and everybody will rotten
Send them our airplane
Send them our mountain
Fucking with the real nigga, real killa
See for ear to my nodding

Yo, word is bond, we keep it gangsta
While dropping lyrics on these wankstas
Mad deep on both coasts
My whole crew'll shank ya
Stop on many tracks
Putting holes all in they back
Or leave 'em choking
Rocks the World forever keep it smoking
We the, cream of the crop, let
Me show you how to pop, nigga
What's cracking
It's Ill Knob about to make it happen
Rocking Glocks, techs
Drinking Heinekens and Beck's
Push a seventy on Sunset
We rock for these checks
It be like, Tony Montana
Taking trips down in Havana
It be the rap that wanna rhymer
In Bahamas with ya baby mama
Ill Knob, I eat 'em up like Jeffrey Dahmer
Bring the drama
And I'mma knock the fighting till tomorrow
Sun I'm, off the heezy
Yeah the Knob style is greasy
To some niggas it's hard, but to me, nigga
It's easy from Brooklyn to Virginia
Niggas know I get up in ya and skin ya
Chop 'em up and fry 'em up for dinner

Nigga I will bend ya
Or send you to your maker
I'm a West Coast heartbreaker
Stand away from salt shaker
I Rocks the World on the low-low
Lace this rhyme track by JoJo
I'm smoking dough dough with no lo'
Whoa, hoe, I ain't no trip
I'm slick and equisite
And good with the diz-ick
My boys from South Central
And I'm loving Bed-Stuy
Brooklyn, yeah it's true, the crook's gem
They heart blood in, razor cutting
What the fucking everybody's busting
I relate to these cats in more ways than one
West Coast, here I come, if you a killer
Where's your gun?
Where I come from, I don't need a buck fifty
Before I start cut in one motion
I been busting