Six Mil - Real Sh!t lyrics

[Intro: D.L. Hughley {​​​​​​Gino}​​​​​​(Doc Doom) {​​​​​​Sandman}​​​​​​​​​​​] So the other day I'm listenin' to the radio and sh** And I'm hearin' these Black Kneez-ights These muthaf**as 'sposed to be From the West Coast and sh** (You hearin' the Knights homeboy, Black Knights) But I ain't hear no West Coast In they sh**, man These n***as sounded like East Coast this, East Coast that (They from Long Beach, man, what you talkin' about) East Coast this Man, them n***as is talkin' bout Dun-dun, and God-God And yo-this, yo-that (This is the sh**, man) Them n***as ain't no k**as n***a Them n***as is f**in' East Coast dick riders (f** this n***a, man) I know the n***as personally {​​​​​​​​​​​I know the n***as too}​​​​​​​​​​​ (Black Knights n***a) Man who the f** is you talkin' about I'm Gino, n***a, and Gino know (f** Gino, n***a) You ain't know that (n***a, tell 'em to smack) (f** you n***a!) --beat kicks in-- [Intro: Doc Doom] Bang that sh** n***a f** you b**h a** n***as talkin' that bullsh** From the side of ya necks and sh** f** ya'll n***as Real West Coast, n***a, right here n***a Muthaf**in' real, n***a Straight up, k**a Bee Gang n***a, gangstas, bank ya, shank ya Take ya muthaf**in' cash Muthaf**in' b**h Take all ya muthaf**in' stash, it's real n***a Black Knights get ya cap Peeled n***a Act like ya heard, n***a, it's real n***a Check the sh** out n***a Yo, yo, aiyo [Doc Doom] I spit yae My lyrics keep k's and dodge cops Alone I'm like Capone movin' weight on ya block We keep Glocks co*ked Lit daily Hop Chevy's and smoke heavy Every night We got b**hes shakin' a** in the telly Drunk off Bailey's, we the sh** So f** what ya tell me I ain't tryin' to hear that bullsh** You tryin' to sell me On the low, like you n***as don't sound West Coast But it sounds to me Like you n***as gossip like hoes All on our dick, knowin' nobody could f** 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 sh** before Quiet on the Set I'm violent wit a Tec Don't make me make these hollow heads eject Murder on ca**ette Black Knights We haven't met our match yet [Warcloud] 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 neck 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 [Chorus 2X: Doc Doom] Who got that real sh** n***as blast too b**hes shake that a** too Hit you up wit they set, when they pa** through Black Knights Got that hot sh**, got ya hooker topless In the co*kpit of my drop six Who got that real sh** n***as blast too b**hes shake that a** too Hit you up wit they set, when they pa** through Black Knights Got that hot sh**, got ya hooker topless In the co*kpit of my drop six [Crisis] The committee Control and patrol the inner city Off Henny, Remi and Phillies, smack sadiddy b**h silly You feel me? Heat holders, street patrollers Cannabis leaf rollers We control this Had the baddest b**h 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 [RuggedMonk] Dodgin' dumb-dumbs Murder for fun, who want some Of the k**a Bee Gang Bangin' Six Mill beats We spit hotter than the summer heat Mid July Always stay high Stay low, smoke gray Khaki's Blue dickie coats Chokin' on that Andy smoke The Knights the antidote... prescription [Crisis] Description Bald, Fades and Braids Undercover hit-men Raised in this sh** Like a religion Average, where ya livin'? The unforgiven Hold ya own, never move ya pivot n***as is innocent as infants Don't know nothin' about thuggin', Bloodin' or Crippin' Street rats Blow off ya knee caps for street scraps In my hood We all perform magic, cheat d**h Take a deep breath Lace up ya boots, co*k and shoot Let it penetrate Just a little way gangstas communicate [RuggedMonk] Who to SAY? The Knights ain't sh**, n***as get blew away It's obvious We too much, f** the such and such Ya click ain't rough Tough, low down or dangerous {Enough} So save the extras, we smoke blunts laced wit textures Of high explosive Take two, and can't focused Pa** it around, let it rotate That's on the eight We lockin' down cities, and sewin' up states [Chorus 2X] Who got that real sh** n***as blast too b**hes shake that a** too Hit you up wit they set, when they pa** through Black Knights Got that hot sh**, got ya hooker topless In the co*kpit of my drop six Who got that real sh** n***as blast too b**hes shake that a** too Hit you up wit they set, when they pa** through Black Knights Got that hot sh**, got ya hooker topless In the co*kpit of my drop six [Outro: Doc Doom] Muthaf**in' Black Knights Black Tec's All my n***as on deck O-line n***a f** ya'll we be throwin' up mine Gang signs n***a, k**a Bee Gang f** where you from, f** ya hood that you claim We bang, all day, all night Where I'm from? Black muthaf**in' Knights, n***a Straight up West Coast, K.B.G., k**a Bee Gang Thought you knew Now you know, whose Stepped in the door, slappin' who*es Ya n***as know me, n***as gives a f** Doc Doom Muthaf**in' Black Knight Platoon Gangstas, don't give a f** Bank ya Take ya cash out ya dickies, street's risky Heh Ya n***as know you can't get with me, simply