Artist: Big Shug f/, Reks, Singapore Kane, Slaine, Termanology Album: I.M. 4-EVA Song: For the Real Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Big Shug] AH HA!!! [Verse One: Big Shug] Too real baby let's get one thing clear This is Big Shug and I ain't goin nowhere I'm ready to rock and roll like coke to the baking soda (WHAT!) My straight foirward rhymes keep winnin them fiends over Cleverly clappin competition chicks demand Push weight in the black sedan or minivan If you thought I was fake well then you grossly mistaken While you flossin and picture takin I'm at your crib breakin Your front locks with silent, shots from heat rocks Grab the stash box squeeze put two in spot Come on dog, you kiddin with that faggot ass dog I would've let him live but he tried to bark hard We left stains, so make sure you block that shit We know you ballin, on some Frank Lucas shit That's why they find your body underneath a ton of bricks This is real!!!! [Chorus: Big Shug] This is real son this is for the real son This is strictly real son this is for the real uh huh! This is real son this is for the real son This is strictly real son this is for the real uh huh! uh huh! [Verse Two: Termanology] Aiyyo! For the realest rappers killers clappers guerillas slappers Remember the sickest click are celebrity pistol packers My enemies still will laughter 'til melons go rip his back up The track is crafted by Slack the original posse matcher Cocky bastard I'm really like Rocky in a hockey fight Where's shorty go cop your white turn it to a rockin slice Grizzy after grizzy or fishy you wanna sniff it's a fifty You could feel higher than 50 ridin a G fizzy Who wanna beef with me my mind is unparallel Don't catch a twelve barrel shell for bein a tattletale My cousin fresh out of jail, he wanna go back to jail He get it in his barrel spin like a carousel So I'm hittin this L high than the blimp that's flyin I hear the piggy sirens then I feel like littin iron It's Term and Shuggy Diamonds ridin through your city wildin Stole them hondas totin armor sunglasses Dolce Gabbana POTNA!!! [Chorus: Big Shug] This is real son this is for the real son This is strictly real son this is for the real uh huh! This is real son this is for the real son This is strictly real son this is for the real uh huh! uh huh! [Verse Three: Slaine] I tried to paint a picture of the world in life that I live Madness was goin on when my mother was wipn my bib When I was seven this kid Jackie took a knife in the ribs And died before the ambulance came, fightin to live I got a little older I'll provide like right in my crib Right in the midst, of the eighties is a white little kid Blastin hip hop cursin never bitin my lip Years later who would knew that it would tighten my grip When I slip, I come from fist fights so these murder suicides That unstoppable force, but when the two collide I mean unmovable objects bein you and I I guess the only thing we know is that it's do or die So stay true or lie but this is just the real shit From the juggler vein it's somethin you can feel with The struggle and pain the man with the liquor bottle On the corner gettin lit sayin he 'gon kick tomorrow [Chorus: Big Shug] This is real son this is for the real son This is strictly real son this is for the real uh huh! This is real son this is for the real son This is strictly real son this is for the real uh huh! uh huh! [Verse Four: Singapore Kane] Yeah! Lyrically if this was UFC, I'm Lyoto Machida Recitin like I'm fightin, whippin ass in the key Cats be thinkin they really this hardcore lyricist 'Til shit get real, their hearts turn to a clitoris Idiots in my barracks, dyin to split your cabbage You can be the first nigga to die, like Chris Bisatic June shattered the cream matters, take your clean dagger And dirty it with the dna of a fake rapper On dead dogs I spit it hardcore niggas head nod Eyes red from spliffs to the head rubbin egg nog Youthful offenders, down to deck pretenders Over anything, niggas get killed for chicken tenders Even if I didn't have to use steel I'll fuck your face Sum'n like Seal, right jabs to the grill Bein real, is most of these rappers achilles heel Only way we could chill, if it's 'bout the dollar bill [Chorus: Big Shug] This is real son this is for the real son This is strictly real son this is for the real uh huh! This is real son this is for the real son This is strictly real son this is for the real uh huh! uh huh! [Verse Five: Reks] Yeah! See this is non phony, homey as real as real can get No fakin no mistaken you placin your bets Best be on the vets, should Reks full prep, bullshit Y'all speakin is weak and we can just, put your neck In the braces, flesh get deficient, rest in peace to bitches So vicious my lyrics go where women benefit If it is so, damn easy the kid live with lyricism My vision maniacal inspire radical wisdom Rappers still missin, what is real what's instilled in a nigga With skill y'all niggas ewww my niggas is ill Sometimes keepin it real can go wrong Like, yeah he carry guns but he sportin a thong Knew all along, director says cut, no longer mean muggin I mean ya seen sum'n, similar to sum'n You see a thespian dude, in a Scorcese flick Come out of the closet y'all, makin me ill [Chorus: Big Shug] This is real son this is for the real son This is strictly real son this is for the real uh huh! This is real son this is for the real son This is strictly real son this is for the real uh huh! uh huh! This is real son this is for the real son This is strictly real son this is for the real uh huh! This is real son this is for the real son This is strictly real son this is for the real uh huh! uh huh!