It’s Real

[Produced by Paris]

[Verse 1]
On the scene back again with the mothafuckin' grip
Ninety-three was the year P-Dog came rippin' shit
Bouncin' out the belly of the beast
And still the same nigga that was hollerin', "Fuck peace!"
But check it out, it's the same old thing
Cause now the year's ninety-four and ain't a damn thing changed
Niggas still droppin' dead like flies
And I'm still lookin' for a way to make us rise
I emphasize that I still hate the devil (That's right!)
And I'm a mothafucka that'll take your ass to the next level
Straight guerrilla in the mist to the end
(Yeah, and put it in the mix again!)
Yeah, now better listen why

[Interlude]
Yeah! Right back at you once again in '94
P-Dog, righteous
Back up in you with another mothafuckin' bomb
And we kickin' the real

[Verse 2]
So, anyway I'mma do it this time so you wanna hear
Specially designed for your mind and a soldier's ear
Cause niggas nowadays just shoot
And fuckin' with the crew will get your ass peeled like fruit
And everybody wanna be a Gee
The same sick house nigga mentality
Please, fuckin' with them fake fairytales
Nigga, I don't trip cause I still kicks the realest shit
So please back on up, I'm lettin' off
Representin' Allah and I'm raw cause I'm God
So I hope you're listenin' what I'm kickin', it's real
(Yeah, I keep'em comin' with the shit you fear)
Yeah, you better check it why?

Yeah, fear no evil, fear no man...
Shouts goin' out to all those fake-ass wanna-be... gees

Just break it on down...

Paris, I'm hopin' goin' on the hill, the hill
Paris, I saw you standin' strong again, again

[Verse 3]
So I'm still comin' on with this (Still comin' strong with shit)
Shit that'll make ya brain come up wake up
Regonize that it ain't nothin' but a thing
To see a nigga locked down, underground or in the sweep
And you ain't never gonna take me out cause I
(...roll up mothafuckas and i'll break you down to side!)
Yeah, so keep your eyes on this, fuck what you heard
(And watch the devil get served!)

Yeah, so now you know
Scarface records, Paris
Still hittin' you with the righteous shit
The funky shit
In the name of Allah
And it ain't gonna never change
It don't stop
It don't never stop
So back your devil-ass sob off me
And let me get my field
Power, yeah!

Paris, I'm hopin' goin' on the hill, the hill
Paris, I saw you standin' strong again, again (2x)

Yeah! Right back at you in 1994: P-Dog
Guerrillas in the mist with the black fist
And it ain't never gonna change!