Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Havoc
Havoc
Vocals
Melle Mel
Melle Mel
Sampled Artist
Prodigy
Prodigy
Vocals
Smokey Robinson
Smokey Robinson
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Jonathan Lighty Williams
Jonathan Lighty Williams
Composer
Sylvia Robinson
Sylvia Robinson
Songwriter
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
Melvin Glover
Melvin Glover
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Havoc
Havoc
Producer
Nastee
Nastee
Recording Engineer
Steve Sola
Steve Sola
Mixing Engineer
Prodigy
Prodigy
Mixing Engineer
Sheldon Guide
Sheldon Guide
Additional Engineer
Jonathan Williams
Jonathan Williams
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Done been through it all man
Blood sweat and tears
**** is dead and shit
What the fuck else can happen, yo?
I don't think much more, son, word to mother, yo
We done seen it all and been through it all, yo
Let y'all **** know right now
Word to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the truth, I'm not lyin'
[Verse 2]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm the quiet storm **** who fight rhyme
P, yeah you heard of him
But I ain't concerned with them
****, I pop more guns than you holdin' them
Make my route while the sun's out
And scold your men
Unload ten in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life! hop on my '98 dirt bike
[Verse 3]
You try to stop miles from growin'
I make your blood stop flowin'
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he's askin
Now here comes the MAC-10
You's a dick blower
Tryin' to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin'
You hooked on Mobb-phonics
Infamous-bonics
Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin' out for the knife fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this shit
[Verse 4]
'Cause its the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a **** OD 'cause it's never enough
[Verse 5]
It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a **** OD 'cause it's never enough
[Verse 6]
Yo the P rock forty inch cables
Drinkin' white labels
My chain hang down to my dick
My piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame
Duke a **** like me hold tec's
Are you the same too?
Goin' through the emotions of gun holdin'
Long shotgun's down my pants leg, limpin'
[Verse 7]
Killa B, you still livin'
Even my pop's too
He taught me how to shoot when I was seven
I used to bust shots crazy, I couldn't even look
Because the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pop's for that
I love me **** D. Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryna change what's left
And through all of that a **** ain't scared of death
All ya'll brand new **** just scared to death
I spent too many nights sniffin' coke, gettin' right
Wastin' my life, now I'm tryna make things right
[Verse 8]
Grand open some gates
Invest in the rag business
Do things for the kids, the little Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib
So they can enjoy youth
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's
****, please don't make me have to risk my freedom
We worked out whole life for this
You get your shit beat in (for real)
[Verse 9]
'Cause its the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs in your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a **** OD 'cause it's never enough
[Verse 10]
It go one, two, three to the fourth
That **** P-Double got that shit for y'alls
Peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the Unified States
Sit down and sup' with the top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin'
Boy, move diligent
You better walk like a **** on a tightrope do
[Verse 11]
Infamous first infantry, first division, fourth mission
First assignment, give 'em that shit they been missin'
My new addition's way bitchin'
Those that listen get addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes, I write prescriptions for your disease
Generic raps just not potent like P's
[Verse 12]
One thousand one hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off, chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head, Mobb **** is full bred
Fully-blown melanin tone
I rock skeleton bone shirts and verses
But thirst for worse beats
So I can put more product out on the street
Get respect and love all across the board
We've been adored for keepin' it raw
Nothin' less or more, I score every time for sure
While the rest of y'all **** just nil'
[Verse 13]
'Cause its the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a **** OD 'cause it's never enough
[Verse 14]
It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a **** OD 'cause it's never enough
(the real hip hop)
Written by: A. Johnson, K. Jones, Kejuan Muchita, Melvin Glover, Sylvia Robinson
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