SHYHEIM
- Shit Iz Real Lyrics / with translationsYeah yeah, hah
Where all my niggaz at?
We up in here, what?
Word up, all my peoples
Crim-criminals in the penile
Where ya at? cats sacking green
Bill/hill clinton
Chorus:
It be real when I pack a steel
Everyman for himdelf,send my love to a battlefield
Aint no wack,its a straight up fact
Or dip down in black once you hear the clap clap
Verse one:
Shit iz real, ain't no time to cash no butterflies
Pass the st. ide's
Screwface is my disguise so look me in my eyes that ain't wise
The first chump that jumps is the first chump that dies
Raw, spell that backward that's war
Lay low scarecrow I'm knockin at your front door
Pointin a pistol to your peekhole, p*ssy
Warning: my trigga finga gets busy
Blaow, a single shot straight to the headpiece
Decrease the peace and watch the murders increase
See I'm ruthless, pistol whip a nigga toothless
Me gettin hit that shit is ludicrous
I'm on my p's and my q's
Try to put your foot in my shoes kid, you gotta pay the f*ckin dues
I ain't the one to play pammy
I leave the head all red like that little orphan annie
I'm dressed in black like streets of harlem
Paddle punk's pockets down with no problem
And get away just like an unsolved mystery
You don't believe me g, check my pedigree
And you can feel how I deal with the muthaf*ckin steel
Ain't no game boy, it's real
Chorus 2x
Verse two:
Shit iz real, I'm in some real shit
Niggaz wet up the lab, ma dukes got hit
Now they knew I was trying to give em what I owe em
But now I gotta act like I don't know em
The muthaf*ckers violated to the fullest degree
They did it smart, now they gotta see me
And i'ma flip like an acrobat,to give them bastards back
And let them know where my head is at
I pack a cannon, I know where them thugs be standin
Near the stores, with them hip hop whores
And there I was all dipped and fatigued
Goin rambo, g.i. joe of a dolo
Droppin bodies, bodies they was droppin
Like rain from a blackman that went insane
They dissed my earth I had to diss they whole universe
Blew up the block, stepped back and watched it burst
Niggaz was runnin, I was steady gunnin em down
They hittin the ground from the impact of the four pound
Some kids tried to dip in the whip, I emptied the clip
And watched a car do a f*ckin flip
Reloaded at the same time the car exploded
Spotted a gangsta bitch, told her to hold it
It only took five secs for she squealed, blaka blaka
Two shots to the twat, shit iz real
Chorus 2x
Where all my niggaz at?
We up in here, what?
Word up, all my peoples
Crim-criminals in the penile
Where ya at? cats sacking green
Bill/hill clinton
Chorus:
It be real when I pack a steel
Everyman for himdelf,send my love to a battlefield
Aint no wack,its a straight up fact
Or dip down in black once you hear the clap clap
Verse one:
Shit iz real, ain't no time to cash no butterflies
Pass the st. ide's
Screwface is my disguise so look me in my eyes that ain't wise
The first chump that jumps is the first chump that dies
Raw, spell that backward that's war
Lay low scarecrow I'm knockin at your front door
Pointin a pistol to your peekhole, p*ssy
Warning: my trigga finga gets busy
Blaow, a single shot straight to the headpiece
Decrease the peace and watch the murders increase
See I'm ruthless, pistol whip a nigga toothless
Me gettin hit that shit is ludicrous
I'm on my p's and my q's
Try to put your foot in my shoes kid, you gotta pay the f*ckin dues
I ain't the one to play pammy
I leave the head all red like that little orphan annie
I'm dressed in black like streets of harlem
Paddle punk's pockets down with no problem
And get away just like an unsolved mystery
You don't believe me g, check my pedigree
Ain't no game boy, it's real
Chorus 2x
Verse two:
Shit iz real, I'm in some real shit
Niggaz wet up the lab, ma dukes got hit
Now they knew I was trying to give em what I owe em
But now I gotta act like I don't know em
The muthaf*ckers violated to the fullest degree
They did it smart, now they gotta see me
And i'ma flip like an acrobat,to give them bastards back
And let them know where my head is at
I pack a cannon, I know where them thugs be standin
Near the stores, with them hip hop whores
And there I was all dipped and fatigued
Goin rambo, g.i. joe of a dolo
Droppin bodies, bodies they was droppin
Like rain from a blackman that went insane
They dissed my earth I had to diss they whole universe
Blew up the block, stepped back and watched it burst
Niggaz was runnin, I was steady gunnin em down
They hittin the ground from the impact of the four pound
Some kids tried to dip in the whip, I emptied the clip
And watched a car do a f*ckin flip
Reloaded at the same time the car exploded
Spotted a gangsta bitch, told her to hold it
It only took five secs for she squealed, blaka blaka
Two shots to the twat, shit iz real
Chorus 2x
Facts about Shit Iz Real
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Shit Iz Real is written by Arby Tyrone Quinn, Robert Briggs, Shyheim Franklin, Bernard Jackson, Edward Townsend.
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When we interpret the meaning being expressed, the song 'Shit Iz Real' by Shyheim shows how street life forces people to fight for their existence because people need to protect themselves from danger which exists throughout their lives. The song Shit iz real contains lyrics which primarily express five different emotions through their social commentary about life in dangerous environments. The song shows three major themes which include violence as a vital force, self-defense as a survival method and the cultural practices of street gangs. The lyrics contain explicit language, graphic violence, and depictions of criminal activities, which are not suitable for any audience under 17.
Who wrote Shit Iz Real lyrics?
Shit Iz Real is written by Arby Tyrone Quinn, Robert Briggs, Shyheim Franklin, Bernard Jackson, Edward Townsend.
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What is the meaning behind Shit Iz Real lyrics?
When we interpret the meaning being expressed, the song 'Shit Iz Real' by Shyheim shows how street life forces people to fight for their existence because people need to protect themselves from danger which exists throughout their lives. The song Shit iz real contains lyrics which primarily express five different emotions through their social commentary about life in dangerous environments. The song shows three major themes which include violence as a vital force, self-defense as a survival method and the cultural practices of street gangs. The lyrics contain explicit language, graphic violence, and depictions of criminal activities, which are not suitable for any audience under 17.
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