Planet Asia, Ghostface Killah - Real Niggaz lyrics

Yo, powerful rap robotic style
Off chronic to cosmic
Follow this flow from out the projects
My shine timeless, clique +Criminal Minded+
My time spent, knockin out daily assignments
The capacity of my writtens make
Y'all niggas look mindless in Mortal Kombat
I leave my challenger spineless
This five-five-nine shit, three strike law
Dirty cop killer music that
The streets can absorb
Old souls run deep in my pores
Your desperation predate the Earth
Forming the path of civilizations
Nappy academy, manufacturers the new slang
My singles be the jingle like
Pockets of loose change
My crew bang to set the
Mic a-fire with Wu Tang
School y'all, Wu Tang all in your poontang
Bullies of the block knock, gun in your face
Run in your house
Tie you up and run in your safe
I'm from a sheisty-ass place
Where the gangsters dwell
Crack sellin to rap federal
We takin this mail, what?
From borough to borough, block to block
It don't stop like paper when
The new shit drop
To all my peoples in the hood
On their way to the top
Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
From city to city, and coast to coast
Real niggas in the spot gotta profit the most
To all my peoples in the hood
On their way to the top
Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not

Aiyyo it's Tony the rapper
Starks the ballplayer
I won't rock Wally 'til
They make more flavors
+Bulletproof Wallets+, take off gators
And my 22 shotty'll take off faces
Eighty-eight Pumas, velour laces
Dusted out in the staircase where? pays me
So many hit's I need both stages
Your two your two cars can't
Touch my four bracelets
One of the most Williest niggas from Staten
Ran through Manhattan with Wally's
Made of satin
Cherry-pop coppertop niggas rattin
Guest what happened?
Had to end a nigga with the mac-10
Masquerades, feds ask and raid like
Raekwon shallah still be in my PJ's
They knew it was them
Plus they saw him do well
On tour with Theodore Genie actin full ill

Bust your gun, but I still touch ya son
I don't run cause a nigga got, dusty lungs
And when I talk people be like
You must be from the NY but them I tell
'em nah I'm straight Californian
Blunts make me born again
Ballin where the Warlords dwell
I still rank first place in the tournament
Go 'head, act cocky, and meet your match
Next time I see you bet you'll
Be one of the speechless cats
Voice raspy suddenly all the
Hoes wanna gas me
Heard I did a song with Ghost nasty
My murder rap murder tracks
Clean like a cat who dress flashy
Y'all niggas what's the ass be
They whole style trashy
Uncut live I got to say one thing
I'm the hardest workin EVER to step foot
In Chung King
Unclean, this year, show you who run things
Dumb things
More than a hundred thousand funding

Yeah, yeah whattup? Ghost Deini, Planet Asia
Y'all know how we do, straight up
I got my man Perm meetin me in the booth
ACT, word up, it's like that
Stark Enterprise, screw y'all
The W, the Clan, for real
Hotter than a gun on the sun motherfucker yo