Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil' Kim
Vocals
Havoc
Vocals
Prodigy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Sylvia Robinson
Songwriter
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
Melvin Glover
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Havoc
Producer
Steve Sola
Mixing Engineer
Sheldon Guide
Additional Engineer
Jonathan Williams
Mixing Engineer
Nastee
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo, blowin' **** with rusty ass german things
Keepin' it dope is our motherfuckin' claim to fame
Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains it pours and all
Hit 'em with the four, don't even know him from a hole in the wall
Get at me, **** wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rat me?
Put it right where they back be
Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer
Sendin' kites with the Motorolas, yo
Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match
Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats
Since a little dude, eatin' **** food buck-fifty's
**** can kill me but they comin' with me
How about that? Send the Queen Bee to attack
Only a fly bitch like that can leave 'em relaxed
Rock 'em to sleep, make 'em think the drama is dead
Yo, I smile up in your face though I'm plottin' instead
[Verse 2]
Yo, it's the real shit (Real)
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump '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 3]
Yo, it's the real shit (Real)
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump '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 4]
Hot damn, ho, here we go again
Light as a rock, bitch, hard as a cock, bitch
This shit knock for blocks through hardtops
In the parkin' lots, where my **** Roc like to spark a lot
My Brooklyn style speak for itself
Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt
The embezzler, chrome treasurer
The U-N-O competitor
I'm ten steps ahead of ya
I'm a leader, y'all on some followin' shit
Comin' in this game on some modelin' shit
Bitches suck cock just to get to the top
I put a hunnid percent in every line I drop
It's the Q to the B with the M-O-B-B
Queensbridge, Brooklyn and we D-double-E-P
What? y'all wish I led the life I live
Aye yo, Prodigy, tell 'em what this is Dunn
[Verse 5]
Yo, it's the real shit (Real)
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump '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, it's the real shit (Real)
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump '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 7]
Yo, I could never get enough of it, yo that's my shit
I need that shit to boost my adrenaline
Yo, rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes bitches wanna thug it
Makes the projects love it
We come through like fuck it
Y'all want problems? Pursue it, let's do it
Infamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait at the round table
My Dunn speaking with his Twin ghost
It's gangster how we rock while you watch
Attracted to our style, this is how we get down
With big jewelry and big guns
We get busy, it get grizzly, beat **** bloody
Twist **** frontin', get to runnin'
'Fore the mens get to dumpin', the fans get to thumpin'
M-O-B-B got the whole spot jumpin'
When my **** step in the place
Damn, you gotta love it
[Verse 8]
It's the real shit (Real)
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump '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 9]
Yo, it's the real shit (Real)
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump '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 10]
It's the real
It's the real baby
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Written by: A. Johnson, K. Jones, Kejuan Muchita, Melvin Glover, Sylvia Robinson