Check how I kick it, when I was wicked, around the way

Hold my Tec, cuz my niggaz pump by day

Drugs and thieves hit the eve of the night

Niggaz who fake real, come on a real flight

Six feet deep in the creep

Mic technique got a nigga locked down for a week

Word is bond, shit is on like this

Gotta move, cuz I'm on a nigga hitlist

You know the kid with the rock from up the block

Hit him up with the glock now his pops on my rooftop

Ridiculous to think you're hittin me

You're not hittin me you're gettin me upset with the threat

But I'm a little nigga from the heart of Bucktown

My stomping ground is Brooklyn bound

Fuck what you heard, it's about what you hit

And if that's your girl, then your bitch ain't shit

Fuckin all my niggaz cuz they know Black Moon

Shit iz real yo, pass that boom



Never parlay without a L

Inhale the first hit for all my niggaz locked in jail

Then go for dolo on a coup, laundry

Shoot the wack in the back and I'm aight all day

It's hot, shit is on ask the cops

Tell the dreadlock that I rule the block

Ease back, nuff man ah die like that

Eyah pussy all de X-amount of shot in your back

Word to my hardrocks on Franklin Ave

Feel the bloodbath of the aftermath

The wrath of Duck Down, Bucktown is real

Word to my nigga Five Ft on the steel

on a nigga who faked the jack, yo lift it back

Fuck where you're from, it's about where you're at

Where your gat?  Whenever you in Bucktown

Shit iz real, all you hear is the sound



I'm real, shit iz real, fuck the raw deal

Pick up the bitch in the back by the field

on the word, shit is heard in two-third

Pump herb to my niggaz from a nickel bag of absurd

On-The-Real is locked down, what?

Beast can't step one foot in Bucktown

Mr. Ripper hit your back up with holes

All my niggaz on G mad lows knows

all about the breaker of the cash

Nigga nasty-ass, hittin all on my Bill Blass

I got a vibe in site, hmmm

Maybe cuz I had to get it on last night

With a nigga from up the block, who walked the rock

Drill him, but in another game I'ma head swell him

And when it comes to loading clips

Niggaz talk shit get hit with the Tec at the hip

Straight from Bucktown, U.S.A.

All my niggaz must represent eryday

on the steel, shit iz real word to Feel

Shit iz real, yo shit is mad real