(feat. Icarus, Jamal, Scarface, Treach)



[Icarus]

Yeah, now, now is you motherfuckers ready for this? (c'mon)

Do you really think you ready for this? (c'mon)

Do you know that you ready for this, huh?

We gon' see if you ready for this



[Scarface]

I be the street sweeper nigga

Quick to leave your whole block shook and shot at

from fuckin round with the mi-dack

Eleven, twenty-four, act 47

Fuck who's standin around them get close up and down and

I done came here to get brains

Shoot you twice in your stomach

then leave your boxin shorts full of shit stains

You're bitch-made, you ain't a gangsta you a sucker ass

These niggaz scared of your bark {*barkin*} but bitch I touch ass

and bust back, what's that?  It's Face-mob in effect

with Icarus, Reggie, Jamal and Treach

I told you that talkin wasn't shit to me

So bitch be more specific when you spit for me

"It ain't shit to me," you a hoe in fifth degree

A discharge from a dick disease

You lil' maggot, part time thug for a faggot

Plastic-ass chump, you don't want no static



[Chorus: Redman]

Real niggaz - louder

Real niggaz - louder, LOUDER

Real niggaz - yo

Real niggaz..



[Redman]

Yo, yo, yo

It's Funk Doc, I thought you knew

PPP in the back and they parkin to, jump

Thorough borough, Bricks, ashy elbow kid

I fuck chicks off Elmo flicks

My tape is off safety, tongue the gun

Mouth to barrel, I spit, it numbs the front

"SO WHAT 'CHA WHAT 'CHA WANNNT?" Yo, my Boys is Beastie

We grew up untamed, unemployed and eatin

You sharks in the water, avoid the deep end

We only fuck chicks that enjoys the beatings

Young Ike Turners, disco infern-ers

Concentratio camp, nobody turn up

I roll up a 'X' that came with kits

Leave you with "Nightmares" Dana Dane was with (niiight-marrres)

I can train yo' bitch, with a chain and whip

It, blow the block down while I change the clip



[Icarus]

Yo, don't approach me wrong, little kids call me Smokey-mon

Cause the blunts that I light set off smoke alarms [beep beep]

And I stand on the corner 'til my coke is gone

Niggaz wanna get they ice picks, poke the don

But they know I got a gun big as Oprah's arm

And I know a old lady that'll choke they moms

A attitude, that's what I don't walk without

Nigga I'ma time for it, you just talk about

Ic' is the man, and I never been to Japan

Got a Japanese bitch with my dick in her hand

This is the plan, I'm about to get in the van

Go and get rid of the man, I done did it again

Skunk I blow, then off to the trunk I go

Pull the pump out slow, dump out fo'

I'm the nigga that the streets raised

I'm the nigga that'll make 3-ways outta nigga PJ's

The nigga, that'll smack the shit out the DJ

if he don't give Icarus shit a replay

Poker flush, y'all niggaz joke too much

And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much, we



[Chorus]



[Jamal]

First of all you gotta have balls unlike some who act hard

I was real ever since I shot out my pops black balls

I'm real, I can sense danger and tap calls

I'm real, I feel when haters wanna clap 'Mal

I look a nigga eye to eye when I speak

I'm transparent, I can see if you a killer or a freak

or a bitch that'll do anything to get rich

or a snitch that'll drop dime on the click

or a fake, that'll rather see me at my wake

or a Jake tryin to infilitrate, give me a case

I'm real like, BITCH, get the fuck out my face

I'm real like let me stick my dick in ya mouth, give you a taste

I'm a real nigga if I don't get no bigger

I'm five-five, still knockin out tall niggaz

We real niggaz plottin on dummies with tall figures

Real niggaz hands on forty caliber triggers

Bullets hummin, real like Redman's fifth comin..



[Treach]

Trigger Treach..

Bastards blunts, buddhas bullets black gats is the lingo!

Fuck a jolly jingle, old bitches break for Bingo

Christmas time I crack yak and Kris with Kringle

Gettin funk from nymphos and scratch my nuts witcho' single

Who's the game scratcher minus the rap masters

Name is HEYYY, with the gay(?) G after

My thugs on the street with the heat, listen to me

See them diamond D.M. medallions, SNATCH! You give 'em to me

Mally G's a part of me, Icky slips his ownself mickies

in crowded armories, FUCK with Redman you're a dead man at the robbery

You'll be (?) Adebisi greasy put him on to me, FUCK THAT

I'm a throwin flames FANATIC, bashin brains COME AT IT

Beat you with the shit that they used to frame the attic

Your skank-ass go voo-doo, poodle-wig wearin rashy

Rusty and trusty, musty-wack-nasty