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I ain't about to sit back and talk about gats and Glocks And busting caps on blocks, cracking on practice cops You couldn't handle when I'm deep like a diver The kooky corner conniver keeps my streets liver I play the DL and watch the outskirts I write an ill verse and never shout words that make makes my mouth hurt I go to? place and rap to groovy breaks Popping in the? tape and watch all the moves we make We're getting up until we're choking I feel over in the goodie goodie, the woodies are swinging while he's smoking I? the girls, good night, I spread the hood life My neighbours and my style don't match what I look like You know not to pass judgement, my ass ain't budging I kill a fast dozen of your family and do your last cousin Strength from Jersey doing just what I feel Steal a meal, I'm the druggie that deal but keep it real [Chorus] We were beginners in the hood and my mentality Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real) We were beginners in the hood and my mentality Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real) [Verse 2] My lifestyle's fast lane without speed bumps or rolling tree stumps Given free blunts, I only had to smoke weed once To rap while I puff that and chill as I bust back To battle? I love rap to beat me I don't puff crack See I'm the dopest that you don't wanna smoke with Been rhyming since the days of puffing joints out the roach clips I wake up every morning and I always wonder why Peeps are ODed treat my streets like a slumber This ain't a vacation spot so go claim your Glock So many names with spray cans we can paint the blocks I dream tough, I never chill with no creeper Hang? my saggy jeans cuffed I keep the power to speak, I ain't a flower for freaks My dirt's deep, I even go without a shower for weeks So back up off it, you fags had to forfeit I rip so many heads they call my crew Farrah Fawcett Sprinkle over here there whenever I feel I'm no beginner or winner but my deal will keep it real [Chorus] We were beginners in the hood and my mentality Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real) We were beginners in the hood and my mentality Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real) We were beginners in the hood and my mentality Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real) We were beginners in the hood and my mentality Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real) [Verse 3] It's no illusion, I'm grooving, the L got my brain moving The pain soothing and my crew got the same movement The boom's like the moon on the run from the Sun Stay spark in the dark daily where we come from I'm cool with the careless kids who rock crusty fronts They got rusty lungs from smoking dusty blunts They puff like pros so call em ashtray mouths Cause there was a halfway house and this is my last day out So I'mma catch?, knock off your headset Bullet holes in five though will make the the funny feds sweat I'm from Amboy AKA The Violent Village Dirty Delaney is where I be illin My tiny town is thumbs down Finger tips are splitting blunts Competition walks away, finks and fronts I fully break beats and dominate my ill fate Rapping on the milk crate until late it feels great [Chorus] We were beginners in the hood and my mentality Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real) We were beginners in the hood and my mentality Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real) We were beginners in the hood and my mentality Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real) We were beginners in the hood and my mentality Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real)
Writer(s): Keir Gist, Thomas Wlodarczyk, Melvin L Dinkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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