Shit Is Real

[Intro: Lil JoJo]
Bricksquad, D-Block shit, man
Shout out Tay City and Wuga World, man
We on our Team No Lackin' shit
JoJo two times, you know how I'm rockin'

[Chorus: Lil JoJo]
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
You throw up a L, you see how it feel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
My niggas Bricksquad and they gon' kill

[Verse 1: Lil JoJo & P. Rico]
Niggas talk that shit, but they ain't really 'bout that life (let's get it)
Put them bands on his head, he be dead by tonight (blatt!)
All these niggas shooters until they get shot
Now, they out here snitching, writing statements to the cops
That's why it's fuck the opps, Bricksquad, D-Block (D-Block)
We don't love these hoes, they out here suckin' cock (let's get it)
MOB, Money Over Bitches (let's get it)
I'm just tryna check a bag and ride on sixes (yoom)
Oh, that's yo' bitch? I bet you miss her
Fucked her on the first day and I ain't have to kiss her
Catch up, I'm leavin' them, you heard Lil Mister
Body bag a nigga, now they think he missin'

[Chorus: Lil JoJo]
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
You throw up a L, you see how it feel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
My niggas Bricksquad and they gon' kill

[Verse 2: P. Rico]
This shit is real in the field, so I keep the steel
You steady talkin', you be smellin' like a sour dill (ew)
Boy, I be rollin' and I'm totin', boy, I'm off a pill (blatt)
You think you with it, whole time, boy, it is a drill (Die L's)
I get down, D-Block, boy, a man down
Smoke his ass like a Dutch or some fuckin' loud
I get down for my crew, boy, fuck a crowd
Knock 'em down, and it's down, smoke him like some loud
Now he missin' 'cause his fuck boy ass on the ground (fuck boy)
30 in the body, then I ditch the Crown
You ain't on shit, for Aiki, I be blowin'
Ride on a opp and leave his ass snorin' (Die L's)