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[Intro: Cappadonna (Cee Allah)]
Represent..
Yo yo, what up Cee Allah?
(What the deal God?)
Time I let off on them
(It's real) Yo, yo..

[Cappadonna]
I throw darts, look man, you better chill
I'm x-rated, I escaped from Park Hill
In the truck with the RZA, you get BZA
We on the block, life-timers, we the rhymers
Y'all are just biters, burn ya lighters
Wu-Tang got the fever, true believers
Eighty-fives and other survivors, it's too live
Staten Island side, rock a bangle of real ice
Y'all rock silver chains, handcuffs and stuff
You into rock music, I'm like a Guido
Roll with the chrome, try to avoid murders
Fang niggas holdin me down, ain't no playin around
Last breath of the fire, Cappa steam intervene on ya scene
Stop frontin cuz I could see the fake in you
Y'all feelin me but I could see the snake in you
What's up with that? Jealous cuz I don't sell crack
So what I got yap? It's all good, any day could be ya last
In the hood I yap niggas too, what goes around comes around
Two's a time to live town, I'ma spit death
Hit you like the blow of death

[Chorus 3X: Prodigal Sunn]
Real niggas, real bitches, real money hustlers
Real busters, WU!

[Cappadonna]
I'm from the orphanage where Staten Island is
It's a bit massive, we put it in perspective
If you live hectic, real shit whenever I spit
From the tribe of Arkatechz, nevertheless this album is only a test
Life is still a bitch, I heard you got loose lips
You dependin on the mans while I be doin meat 360 degrees
Fuck fleas! Y'all just jealous of us, overheard we smoke dust
But guess what? We all got the Benz, blueberry Timbs
Yea, fake faggot niggas comin around
I know ya type, ya only friends over night
You're 'Old Unreliable', you and Mayberry gotta leave
Whoever not down, Pillage gotta be out
We struggle like ants, I'm not here to make y'all dance
Fuck image! I don't even seen the record deal, nigga

[Prodigal Sunn]
Real niggas! (4X)

[Chorus 3X]

[Cappadonna]
Yo, I'm like the Baker Boys, be all LA
Love angels about the gold bangles
Nikes, watch with the iceys, represent fully
New York gun talk, microphone bullies
Sport tracks and sweat shorts
My click OTF antagonize all little wackos
Blazin ya cracko's, two-face-ed rappers
The gun clappers, Wu-Tang, we got the deep pots
Icey colored rastas, might fuck up the disc jockey
Cockblockin, I love the way ya crew rockin
Big pistols, big britches, Harvey's, bristols
See it all crystal, I never dissed you
I never dissed you..

[Prodigal Sunn]
Real niggas! (10X)
WU!

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