[Verse 1]
I ain't about to sit back and talk about gats and Glocks
And bustin' caps on blocks, crackin' on practice cops
You couldn't handle when I'm deep like a diver
The cookie corner conniver keeps my streets liver
I play the DL and watch the outskirts
I write a ill verse and never shout words that makes my mouth hurt
I go to Booby's place and rap to groovy breaks
Poppin' in a Fugees tape, but watch all the moves we make, huh
We're gettin' open 'til we're chokin'
I fell over in the tenth, oh and beyond, I got the bomb bitches soakin' (Ah)
I generate the girls, good night, I spread the hood life
My lyrics and my style don't match what I look like
You know not to pass judgment, my ass ain't budgin' (Uh-uh)
I kill a fast dozen of your fam and fuck your last cousin
Straight from Jersey doin' just what I feel
Steal a meal, I'm the druggie that deal, but keep it real (Real on the real)
[Chorus]
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high
[Verse 2]
My lifestyle's fast lane without speed bumps or rollin' tree stumps
On givin' free blunts, I only had to smoke weed once
To rap while I puff that and chill as I buck back
And grab my nutsack if every crew who fuck fags
See I'm the dopest that you don't wanna smoke with
Been rhymin' since the days of puffin' joints out the roach clips (Uh)
I wake up every mornin' and I always wonder
Why peeps who roll deep treat my streets like a slumber
This ain't a vacation spot (Uh-uh), so go claim your Glocks
So many names with spray cans, we could paint the blocks
I dream tough, I never chilled with no cream puff
Hanky sporty kid, the bottoms of my saggy jeans cuffed
I keep the power to speak, I ain't a flower for freaks
My dirt's deep, I even go without a shower for weeks
So back up off it, you fags had to forfeit
I wet so many heads they call my crew Farrah Fawcett
Sprinkle over here, there, whenever I feel
I'm no beginner or winner, but my deal'll keep it real (On the real)
[Chorus]
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (I keep it real)
We were beginners in the hood and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high
[Verse 3]
Now it's no illusion, I'm groovin', the L got my brain movin'
The pain's soothin' and my crew got the same movement
The boom's like the moon on the run from the sun
Steady spark in the dark daily where we come from
I'm cool with the careless kids who rock crusty fronts
They got rusty lungs from smokin' dusty blunts (Ha)
They puff like pros so call 'em ashtray mouth
Cause Amboy's a halfway house and this is my last day out (Uh)
So I'ma catch wreck, knock off your headset
Bullet holes or five-oh will make the the funny feds sweat
I'm from the ass crack of Amboy a.k.a. The Violent Village
Dirty Delaney is where I be illin'
My tiny town is thumbs down, finger tips are splittin' blunts
Competition walks away, fixin' fronts
I fully break beats and dominate my ill fate
Lampin' on Da' Miilkrate until late, it feels great
[Chorus]
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Because it's real)
[Outro]
It's always real