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by Chapter Two_Archive
Brand Nubian. Fucking classic. Here y'go.
Well if you're down say you're down, if you're scared, say you scared
This is the real, don't fuck around and come unprepared
or you might lose your life on the mean streets
Middle of the night when the motherfuckin fiends meet
Hold your grip tight yo, don't let it slip
You gotta keep your tool for the fools that wanna trip
And if they wanna trip, send em on a vacation
All expenses paid for a devil's cremation
Can't be no contemplation, cos if he busts first you're gettin burst,
Layin on your back, I guess what I'm sayin, black, is that
if you ain't down then don't fuck around
Cos the shit gets thick in my town
This ain't a TV show or a song from the radio
Murder on the streets, yo, is at a high ratio
So it ain't no time for playin
You takes the 9 and I'm a be sprayin
Now what the fuck's this look in your eye? You're lookin nervous, nigga
Earlier tonight you was all ready to service, nigga
Now your trigger ain't got no itch
Your attitude switched like a motherfuckin bitch
I can see thru your expression that you're vessin
Feelin crazy pet, lookin like you wanna jet
But now the shit is obvious, you just can't deal
I gotta find another nigga down for the real,
Are you down for the real?