Shit Is Real

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil JoJo] Bricksquad, D-Block shit, man Shout out Tay City and Wuga World, man We on our Team No Lackin' shit JoJo two times, you know how I'm rockin' [Chorus: Lil JoJo] This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel You throw up a L, you see how it feel This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel My niggas Bricksquad and they gon' kill [Verse 1: Lil JoJo & P. Rico] Niggas talk that shit, but they ain't really 'bout that life (let's get it) Put them bands on his head, he be dead by tonight (blatt!) All these niggas shooters until they get shot Now, they out here snitching, writing statements to the cops That's why it's fuck the opps, Bricksquad, D-Block (D-Block) We don't love these hoes, they out here suckin' cock (let's get it) MOB, Money Over Bitches (let's get it) I'm just tryna check a bag and ride on sixes (yoom) Oh, that's yo' bitch? I bet you miss her Fucked her on the first day and I ain't have to kiss her Catch up, I'm leavin' them, you heard Lil Mister Body bag a nigga, now they think he missin' [Chorus: Lil JoJo] This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel You throw up a L, you see how it feel This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel My niggas Bricksquad and they gon' kill [Verse 2: P. Rico] This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel You steady talkin', you be smellin' like a sour dill (ew) Boy, I be rollin' and I'm totin', boy, I'm off a pill (blatt) You think you with it, whole time, boy, it is a drill (Die L's) I get down, D-Block, boy, a man down Smoke his ass like a Dutch or some fuckin' loud I get down for my crew, boy, fuck a crowd Knock 'em down, and it's down, smoke him like some loud Now he missin' 'cause his fuck boy ass on the ground (fuck boy) 30 in the body, then I ditch the Crown You ain't on shit, for Aiki, I be blowin' Ride on a opp and leave his ass snorin' (Die L's)