Black Moon – Shit Iz Real (1993)

Black Moon – Shit Iz Real

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  1. Check how I kick it, when I was wicked, around the way
    Hold my Tec, 'cause my niggaz pump by day
    Drugs and thieves hit the eve of the night
    Niggaz who fake real, come on a real flight
    Six feet deep in the creep
    Mic technique got a nigga locked down for a week
    Word is bond, shit is on like this
    Gotta move, 'cause I'm on a nigga hitlist
    You know the kid with the rock from up the block
    Hit him up with the glock now his pops on my rooftop
    Ridiculous to think you're hittin me
    You're not hittin me you're gettin me upset with the threat
    But I'm a little nigga from the heart of Bucktown
    My stomping ground is Brooklyn bound
    Fuck what you heard, it's about what you hit
    And if that's your girl, then your bitch ain't shit
    Fuckin all my niggaz 'cause they know Black Moon
    Shit iz real yo, pass that boom

    Never parlay without a L
    Inhale the first hit for all my niggaz locked in jail
    Then go for dolo on a coup, laundry
    Shoot the wack in the back and I'm aight all day
    It's hot, shit is on ask the cops
    Tell the dreadlock that I rule the block
    Ease back, nuff man ah die like that
    Eyah pussy all de X-amount of shot in your back
    Word to my hardrocks on Franklin Ave
    Feel the bloodbath of the aftermath
    The wrath of Duck Down, Bucktown is real
    Word to my nigga Five Ft on the steel
    On a nigga who faked the jack, yo lift it back
    Fuck where you're from, it's about where you're at
    Where your gat? Whenever you in Bucktown
    Shit iz real, all you hear is the sound

    I'm real, shit iz real, fuck the raw deal
    Pick up the bitch in the back by the field
    On the word, shit is heard in two-third
    Pump herb to my niggaz from a nickel bag of absurd
    On-the-real is locked down, what?
    Beast can't step one foot in Bucktown
    Mr. Ripper hit your back up with holes
    All my niggaz on G mad lows knows
    All about the breaker of the cash
    Nigga nasty-ass, hittin all on my Bill Blass
    I got a vibe in site, hmmm
    Maybe 'cause I had to get it on last night
    With a nigga from up the block, who walked the rock
    Drill him, but in another game I'ma head swell him
    And when it comes to loading clips
    Niggaz talk shit get hit with the Tec at the hip
    Straight from Bucktown, U.S.A.
    All my niggaz must represent eryday
    On the steel, shit iz real word to Feel
    Shit iz real, yo shit is mad real

  2. Check how I kick it, when I was wicked, around the way
    Hold my Tec, 'cause my niggaz pump by day
    Drugs and thieves hit the eve of the night
    Niggaz who fake real, come on a real flight
    Six feet deep in the creep
    Mic technique got a nigga locked down for a week
    Word is bond, shit is on like this
    Gotta move, 'cause I'm on a nigga hitlist
    You know the kid with the rock from up the block
    Hit him up with the glock now his pops on my rooftop
    Ridiculous to think you're hittin me
    You're not hittin me you're gettin me upset with the threat
    But I'm a little nigga from the heart of Bucktown
    My stomping ground is Brooklyn bound
    Fuck what you heard, it's about what you hit
    And if that's your girl, then your bitch ain't shit
    Fuckin all my niggaz 'cause they know Black Moon
    Shit iz real yo, pass that boom
    Never parlay without a L
    Inhale the first hit for all my niggaz locked in jail
    Then go for dolo on a coup, laundry
    Shoot the wack in the back and I'm aight all day
    It's hot, shit is on ask the cops
    Tell the dreadlock that I rule the block
    Ease back, nuff man ah die like that
    Eyah pussy all de X-amount of shot in your back
    Word to my hardrocks on Franklin Ave
    Feel the bloodbath of the aftermath
    The wrath of Duck Down, Bucktown is real
    Word to my nigga Five Ft on the steel
    On a nigga who faked the jack, yo lift it back
    Fuck where you're from, it's about where you're at
    Where your gat? Whenever you in Bucktown
    Shit iz real, all you hear is the sound
    I'm real, shit iz real, fuck the raw deal
    Pick up the bitch in the back by the field
    On the word, shit is heard in two-third
    Pump herb to my niggaz from a nickel bag of absurd
    On-the-real is locked down, what?
    Beast can't step one foot in Bucktown
    Mr. Ripper hit your back up with holes
    All my niggaz on G mad lows knows
    All about the breaker of the cash
    Nigga nasty-ass, hittin all on my Bill Blass
    I got a vibe in site, hmmm
    Maybe 'cause I had to get it on last night
    With a nigga from up the block, who walked the rock
    Drill him, but in another game I'ma head swell him
    And when it comes to loading clips
    Niggaz talk shit get hit with the Tec at the hip
    Straight from Bucktown, U.S.A.
    All my niggaz must represent eryday
    On the steel, shit iz real word to Feel
    Shit iz real, yo shit is mad real

  3. One of black moons best tracks. All there tracks are ill but this iz some real gritty undaground NYC shit. Plus they got mobb deep in the back, QB n Bucktown

  4. This is simply classic HIPHOP at it's finest….this is my 3rd favorite hiphop album following closely behind 36 Chambers and Illmatic….RESPECTIVELY.

  5. 2:14 the drop on the third verse still hits me as powerful as it did 25 years ago. buckshot and beatminerz… insane what y'all did right there with those 12 seconds in time.

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