Real N*ggaz Up

One time for your motherfuckin' dome piece

Chilltown's in the house and we represent the East

Real **** up, you duck **** duck

You buck, we buck, ****, so what?

Sit back, kick your feet up, spark the weed up

We 'bout to heat up, this jam is ripping neighborhood streets up

Tone 2000, the laid-back rapper

**** fold tryna uphold they male stature

Flexin' up on the west side section

Gettin' plastered, smokin' wicked ashes

Hashin' another level for the herb bastards

Lyrics erupt, comin' straight from the gut

Lickin' shot (Buck, buck) fuckin' your whole shit up

Heron style, yeah, 12 bars'll make your head nod

Forever bent, runnin' with the 54th Regiment

No doubt, I'm goin' all out

One time for your motherfuckin' dome piece

Chilltown's in the house and we represent the East

Real **** up, you duck **** duck

You buck, we buck, ****, so what?

One time for your motherfuckin' dome piece

Chilltown's in the house and we represent the East

Real **** up, you duck **** duck

You buck, we buck, ****, so what?

Yo, we want the cash, we want the dough this

We wanna say "what up" to the **** that know us, hold us

Show us you don't have fear

And we'll let you know quick, ain't nothin' sweet around here

We form a shape where each one the point

Non-believers bring me your head, I shall anoint

Tone 2G's, Thorough Bo, and these

Other rugged motherfuckers in fatigues

Get your hoodies tied, they comin' out they sty

It's time to split the pigs with the devil in they eye

Yo, I hate pork, I'm better off if it die

It's all bad meat down to the fuckin' high

It's here to poison I, it's here to scar you

And carry heat, too, scavenger dressed in blue

But bring it on, bitch, the slaughter we'll enjoy

Once **** organize, y'all gon' be unemployed

One time for your motherfuckin' dome piece

Chilltown's in the house and we represent the East

Real **** up, you duck **** duck

You buck, we buck, ****, so what?

One time for your motherfuckin' dome piece

Chilltown's in the house and we represent the East

Real **** up, you duck **** duck

You buck, we buck, ****, so what?

Check, check it out, now I'ma nicen up the area real quick

And throw two bags in the air with you and talk slick

We do the knowledge about what we really up against to get the dollar

'Cause son ain't turnin' nothin' down here but my collar

Yo, team holla, you need me? Let it be freestyle of drama

And I'ma sho'nuff attack it

'Cause half of these **** got dick on they jacket

So forever we, one U-N-I-T, sister Heather B

The no-good H-double-O-D, a bit of the 54th motherfuckin' Regiment

I'm sayin', love, Jersey City must represent

I hear these clowns claim they want it

But I'ma bring you in on how me and mine is on it

With a yes, yes, y'all on the iron stick ball (Ha, what?)

We keep y'all fag ass **** up against the wall

The gate is open, son, and I done opened up shop

And got fat ass bags of Thorough Bo crop, ha

One time for your motherfuckin' dome piece

Chilltown's in the house and we represent the East

Real **** up, you duck **** duck

You buck, we buck, ****, so what?

One time for your motherfuckin' dome piece

Chilltown's in the house and we represent the East

Real **** up, you duck **** duck

You buck, we buck, ****, so what?

One time for your motherfuckin' dome piece

Chilltown's in the house and we represent the East

Real **** up, you duck **** duck

You buck, we buck, ****, so what?