Priority Records - It's Real lyrics

Artist: Paris Album: Guerilla Funk Song: It's Real On the scene back again with the mothaf**in' grip '93 was the year P-Dog came rippin' sh** Bouncin' out the belly of the beast And still the same n***a That was hollerin': "f** peace!" But check it out, it's the same old thing Cause now the year's '94 And ain't a damn thing changed n***as still droppin' dead like flies And I'm still lookin' for a way To make us rise I impose that I still hate the devil (That's right!) And I'm a mothaf**a That'll take your a** to the next level Straight guerrilla in the mist to the end (Yeah, and put it in the mix again!) Yeah, now better listen why Yeah! Right back at you once again in '94 P-Dog, righteous Back up in you with another mothaf**in' bomb And we kickin' the real So, anyway I'mma do it this time So you wanna hear Specially designed for your mind and a soldier's ear Cause n***as nowadays just shoot [Gunshot] And f**in' with the crew Will get your a** peeled like fruit And everybody wanna be a Gee The same sick house n***a mentality Please, f**in' with them fake fairytales n***a, I don't trip cause I still kicks the realiest sh** So please back on up, I'm lettin' off Representin' Allah and I'm raw Cause I'm god So I hope you're listenin' What I'm kickin': It's real (Yeah, I keep'em comin' with the sh** you fear) Yeah, you better check it why? Yeah, fear no evil, fear no man... Shouts goin' out to all those fake-a** wanna-be... gees Just break it on down... Paris, I'm hopin' goin' on the hill, the hill Paris, I saw you standin' strong again, again So I'm still comin' on with this (Still comin' strong with sh**) sh** that'll make ya brain come up wake up Regonize that it ain't nothin' but a thing To see a n***a lockdown, underground or in the sweep And you ain't never gonna take me out cause I... (...roll up mothaf**as and i'll break you down to side!) Yeah, so keep your eyes on this f** what you heard (And watch the devil get served!) Yeah, so now you know Scarface records, Paris Still hittin' you with the righteous sh** The funky sh** In the name of Allah And it ain't gonna never change It don't stop It don't never stop So back your devil-a** sob off me And let me get my field Power, yeah! Paris, I'm hopin' goin' on the hill, the hill Paris, I saw you standin' strong again, again (2x) Yeah! Right back at you in 1994: P-Dog Guerrillas in the mist with the black fist And it ain't never gonna change!