Iz He 4 Real

Somebody light the fuse so I can bring bad news To all these crews who can't NBA Jam with the shoes That double shot Hennessy got my mind trippin' Drunk enough to start a campaign on ass kickin' With my nigga Keith who give assists like Scott Pippen For MC derelict whippin, cap or cock twistin Drop your money in the slot if your block don't got A real representer cocked for action like my block got Rhyme skills three and a quarter for them drop tops Your caliber, straight up p***y who pop Glocks While I kick facts react on funky tracks Give me room like the Hyatt while I run this jungle habitat And if I snap get that monkey off my back Me and mic's together roll tighter than Slick and Vance Wright Toast to the real MCs that can feel me And if your bitch ain't jumpin now then later on she will be All these weak punk MC's kill me They don't thrill me, come to Jerz and get Jacked like Jill G Hoo, ha ("Iz he for real he can't be") --- Iz He 4 Real - Redman