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Real Shit (Black Knights)

So the other day, I'm listenin' to the radio and shit And I'm hearin' these Black Kneez-ights These muthafuckas 'sposed to be from the West Coast and shit (You hearin' the Knights homeboy, Black Knights) But I ain't hear no West Coast in they shit, man Them niggas sounded like East Coast this, East Coast that (They from Long Beach, man, what you talkin' about) East Coast this, man, them niggas is talkin' bout Dun-dun, and God-God and yo-this, yo-that (This is the shit, man) Them niggas ain't no killas, nigga Them niggas is fuckin' East Coast dick riders (Fuck this nigga, man) I know the niggas personally {I know the niggas too} (Black Knights nigga) Man who the fuck is you talkin' about, I'm Gino, nigga, and Gino know (Fuck Gino, nigga) You ain't know that (Nigga, tell 'em to smack) (Fuck you nigga!) Bang that shit nigga, fuck you Bitch ass niggas talkin' that bullshit From the side of ya necks and shit, fuck ya'll niggas Real West Coast, nigga, right here nigga Muthafuckin' real, nigga, straight up, Killa Bee Gang Nigga, gangstas, bank ya, shank ya Take ya muthafuckin' cash, muthafuckin' bitch Take all ya muthafuckin' stash, it's real, nigga Black Knights get ya cap pesled Nigga, act like ya heard, nigga, it's real, nigga, check the shit out nigga Yo, yo, aiyo I spit yae, my lyrics keep k's and dodge cops Alone, I'm like Capone movin' weight on ya block We keep glocks cocked, lit daily, hop Chevy's and smoke heavy Every night we got bitches shakin' ass in the telly Drunk off Bailey's, we the shit, so fuck what ya tell me I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit, you tryin' to sell me On the low, like you niggas don't sound West Coast But it sounds to me, like you niggas gossip like hoes All on our dick, knowin' nobody could fuck wit this Rappin' or scrappin', blastin' or jackin', who want action At the vet who haven't lost his step yet, place ya bets I've been doin' this shit before Quiet on the Set I'm violent wit a Tec, don't make me make these hollow heads eject Murder on cassette, Black Knights, we haven't met our match yet Chopped off fingers, seen you movin' for the jackpot All Holocaust, I'm met up wit him in the crack spots Branches and skulls, straight razor lyrics, California Guns and begonias, burns you like ammonia West Coast junkyard convict from darkness Roll wit the heartless, murder you like an ar'ist Mean man hollow, the man who pain'ted flowers String bloody teeth, then knock you over the towers Medieval cathedral, dance out with the skeletons Iron that veteran, heard of dead elephants Trampled through ya grave site, fungus in ya ear hole Blackboard jungle, humble, but watch my spear blow Wu-Tang Clan, warriors on the hillside Murder any M.C. sittin', dinin' wit the swells Pearl handle cougar knife, baby pist' revolvers Shoot my way out, and dead bodies clog the doorway A la carte, more vay, I rhyme the best charm Huffin' on a blunt, wit an anaconda for left arm Who got that real shit, niggas blast too Bitches shake that ass too, hit you up wit they set, when they pass through Black Knights got that hot shit, got ya hooker topless In the cockpit of my drop six The committee, control and patrol the inner city Off Henny, Remi and Phillies, smack sadiddy bitch silly You feel me? Heat holders, street patrollers, cannabis leaf rollers We control this, had the baddest bitch deep throat us In public, she do it just because we Wu-Tang published They love it, bust a nut and don't think nothin' of it Corrupted in the slums where the average hustle for crumbs Bustin' they guns, we lustin' for funds Dodgin' dumb-dumbs, murder for fun, who want some Of this Killa Bee Gang, bangin' Six Mill beats We spit hotter than the summer heat, mid July Always stay high, stay low, smoke gray Khaki Blue dickie coats, chokin' on that Andy smoke The Knights the antidote... prescription Description Bar face abrazed undercover hit-men Wastin' the shit like a religion, average, where ya livin'? The unforgiven, hold ya own, never move ya pivot Niggas is innocent as infants Don't know nothin' about thuggin', Bloodin' or Crippin' Street raps blow off ya knee caps for street scraps In my hood, we all perform magic, cheat death, take a deep breath Lace up ya boots, cock and shoot Let it penetrate, just a little way gangstas communicate Who to say the Knights ain't shit, niggas get blew away It's obvious we too much, fuck the such and such Ya click can't rough, tough, low down and dangerous Or save the extras, we smoke blunts laced wit textures Of high explosive, take two, and can't focused Pass it around, let it rotate, that's on the eight We lockin' down cities, and sewin' up states Muthafuckin' Black Knights, black Tec's All my niggas on deck, online Nigga fuck ya'll we be throwin' up mind Gang signs, nigga, Killa Bee Gang Fuck where you from, fuck ya hood that you claim We bang, all day, all night Where I'm from? Black muthafuckin' Knights, nigga Straight up, West Coast, K.B.G., Killa Bee Gang, thought you knew Now you know, whose, stepped in the door, slappin' whores Ya niggas know me, niggas gives a fuck, Doc Doom Muthafuckin' Black Knight to the tomb, gangstas, don't give a fuck, bank ya Take ya cash out ya dickies, street's risky, heh Ya niggas know you can't get with me, simply