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Paris - It's Real lyrics
On the scene back again with the mothafuckin' grip 93 was the year P Dog came rippin' shit Bouncin' out the belly of the beast And still the same nigga That was hollerin': "Fuck peace!" But check it out it's the same old thing Cause now the year's 94 And ain’t a damn thing changed Niggaz still droppin' dead like flies And i'm still lookin' for a way To make us raise I impose that I still hate the devil (That's right!) And I'm a mothafucka That'll take your ass 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, righterous... Back up in you with another mothafuckin' bomb... And we kickin' the real... So anyway I'ma do it this time So you wanna hear Specially designed for your mind and soldier's ear Cause niggaz nowadays just shoot [Gunshot] And fuckin' with the crew Will get your ass peeled like fruit And everybody wanna be a Gee The same sick house nigga mentality Please, fuckin' with them fake fairytales Nigga, i don't trip cause I still kicks the realiest shit 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 shit you fear) Yeah, you better check it why? Yeah, fear no evil, fear no man... Shouts goin' out to all those fake-ass 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 shit) Shit that'll make ya brain come up wake up Regonize that it aint nothin' but a thang To see a nigga lockdown, underground or in the sweep And you aint never gonna take me out cause I... (...roll up mothafuckas and i'll break you down to side!) Yeah, so keep your eyes on this Fuck what you heard (And watch the devil get served!) Yeah, so now you know... Scarface records, Paris... Still hittin' you with the righterous shit.... The funky shit... In the name of Allah... And it aint gonna never change.... It don't stop... It don't never stop... So back your devil-ass 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 |
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