What's Really Good

Rocky Raez]

Yea, ok, yo, listen, check it, yo

Heyo these streets hate me, but they made me a animal

We little ghetto boys that was raised on the avenue

We drug dealers, stick-up kids, and what have you

In rap battles with the audience that clap at you

My block crazy, I never seen a CAB pass through

On bright sunny days you can see my black shadow

Gats with barrels sucked under the apparel

And that's natural in a city with CRACKED statutes

Please believe it, gun shots some keep secrets

You keep sleepin', get caught in ya Jeep preachin

Always listen to an old man when he speakin'

To learn how to keep AT LEAST A GRAND on the weekend

Learn how to analyze a man when he creepin'

Learn not to never burn a bridge when you leakin'

That's street knowledge, write it down and speak about it

Drug dealers use this rap the street OUTLETS

I leave doubters in the back and move outwards

Watch for them niggaz with Timbs and loose outfits

Guns don't kill people, the bullets'll kill people

And bullets leave holes in people you just see through

It's all mathematics it's what the streets equal

These streets EVIL, city niggaz with Desert Eagles

They won't hesitate to drive-by in TINTED regals

And that's how it is in my life, that's how it is

(Yea, it's Rocky Raez y'all, the Ghostwriters)

[Chorus - 2x]

Heyo, what's really good? (We over)

'Cuz I got it on lock (In my hood)

We hustle what we could (In yo' block)

You niggaz ain't stop (In my block)

[Vinnie Paz]

(talking during chorus)

I got the SOUND RIGHT REASONING OF MALACHI YORK

Only speak to me if I allow you to talk

Cuz y'all ain't never learn that you crawl before walk

My four-pound LAYING you down like Black Hawk

The gat's SPARK, intelligent born vicious

Military thug who follow Allah wishes

That's why I don't eat pork and cause sickness

And that's why CLITTORAL cats is like bitches

And y'all be more hard pressed to stop me

And fiends dumpin' out on the block, it's rock free

So fuck peace, cousin bring me to war

So I can have blood on my hands with C-4

I need more, need weed and need cash

Or I'ma shoot three at ya team like Steve Nash

You BLEED fast, 'cuz that's jus how it go down

That's how Vinnie Pazi ends up always holdin the crown

I'm holdin' it down, with five nickel nine biscuits

I live my life for Allah, DEFY CHRISTMAS

But y'all always in Jedi Mind business

Now your body parts are buried in five ditches

(It's fuckin' Vinnie Paz baby)