The Realest

[Intro: Prodigy & Kool G Rap]

This the killer shit, dunn

No doubt

The undisputed

[Chorus: Prodigy & Kool G Rap]

For street niggas livin' with their lives on the line

For young guns comin' up durin' these times

For police who find drugs, lettin’ niggas slide

For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night

For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight

For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike

For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night

This be the realest shit you heard in your life

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]

Yo, when the gat's revealed, you cats get peeled and that's the deal

Fuck a bitch-ass that switch fast, niggas that lack the real

When the slugs burst, G Rap be aimin' at your mug first

Niggas is blood-thirst, we'll see who get plugged worst

We dug earth, the place we put the nickel-plate is to your facial

Bullets ain't racial, kid, they only hate you

My 9'll seem like it's a time machine — B.C. date you

Jackin' you more than Ripper, my fifth's a organ shifter

The human organism lifter, you'll be hearin' organs if ya leavin' orphans, if ya

Let these fours hit ya where the Lord split ya

I forbid ya to bump heads with those that dump lead

Accurate shots in back of your knot, leavin' one dead

G Rap, Havoc and Prodigy

Let's put these bitch niggas where bodies be, dunn, yo, if it gotta be, it gotta be (It gotta be)

[Chorus: Prodigy & Kool G Rap]

(Yo) For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line

For young guns comin' up durin' these times

For police who find drugs, lettin’ niggas slide

For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night

For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight

For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike

For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night

This be the realest shit you heard in your life (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2: Havoc]

When the gat spits, some niggas get blown off the atlas

The half is — unsolved mystery re-enactments get practiced

What you lack is — you think like the average

Jakes dumbfound and leavin' crime scenes un-handled

Nothin' but cannons, gat conspicuous

Like a laminate or branded, with the serial scratched

Bad apple outta the batch, dunn, they made me like that

If I could push back the clock, probably leave it like that

Draw blood for my niggas G.O.D, Ty Nitty and Twin

And Twin is not here, plus my kin

Killa B forever with me, quick to set it with me

Enter QB to show love throughout the years with me

You got guns? We got guns, the serious ones!

Leavin' foul powder stuck in your lungs

We come from where niggas look out for they dun-dunns

Love, never disrespect, hit niggas with redirect

[Chorus: Prodigy & Kool G Rap]

For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line

For young guns comin' up durin' these times

For police who find drugs, lettin’ niggas slide

For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night

For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight

For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike

For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night

This be the realest shit you heard in your life

[Verse 3: Prodigy]

Never prejudge, it be the humble that'll squeeze slugs

It be the ones standin' still that'll peel guns

Spill blood for my dunns thuggin' for me

Man, you don't wanna get involved fuckin' with P

I spent more nights illin', less nights chillin'

The more shots they hold, the better they feel it

What be the deal is? Some killers like to hide behind specs

Others got blatant disrespect, and the rest

Are so young that you wouldn't even expect

To be burstin' off guns like a Vietnam vet

On the steps, sittin' in the staircase bent

Thinkin' on ways to take another man head

Go to war with niggas that's against what I rep

I settle things with a heavy metal fifth

Change clips, switch clothes after I spit

Place niggas back in their space, fuck is on your mind, kid?

[Chorus: Prodigy & Kool G Rap]

For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line

For young guns comin' up durin' these times

For police who find drugs, let niggas slide

For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night

For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight

For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike

For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night

This be the realest shit you heard in your life