Lyrics
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Verse 1
I want crew's participation, in the strangulation of a nation
Concentrate and make fire stations die of smoke inhalation
A confrontation with more organization is complication
You better start lookin' for some new occupation
I slip the Reeboks on my feet and hit the street
You want beef? The top of your physique will hit the concrete (And blood'll leak)
I rap like Iraq, I bomb like Saddam
Rock a spot on your block that your clique's clockin' on
A lotta little brains and names are flamin' out the middle
So if wack attracts fire, you're a heat seekin' missile
A pillow cushion on your face and now your soul's in control
Ate your soul, I sweep up holes in your South Pole
I fill up coffins every so often
I wanna go to Heaven, but Hell's closer and I hate walkin' (Uh)
So M-double I-L-K'll represent
The hip-hop is hotter than sex inside a leather tent
Chorus
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (High-high like an eagle)
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (High-high—)
Verse 2
I'm comfy cozy, more Pussycats than Josie
White man, all-stepper Ini Kamoze, jumpin' rosey
Forty below South Pole's and nine millis
On a cold corner lookin' silly like Chilly Willy puffin' on Phillies (Haha)
So breaker one-nine, break it down
I get rugged as a rapist in a naked **** town
Now set it off, breakin' down doors, know we're knockin'
Chop off your head and sent your neck shoulder shoppin' (Uh)
And for beginner, one that tried to beat the winner
I'ma make Jeffery Dahmer take your mama out to dinner
I turn your posses to a pretzel and make ends meet
You're good as a crossin' guard on a dead end street
So **** everybody who don't walk a hot block
With your Glock's cocked out to pop cops, knicky knock-knock
We at the hip-hop chop shop ready to stop crops from growin'
I'm flowin', showin' more stars than Rock N Jock, ah
Chorus
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (High-high like an Eagle)
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (High-high like an Eagle)
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (High-high like an Eagle)
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (High-high—)
Verse 3
Now everybody knows I do more dirt than shovels
Psychotic skills leavin' puddles of everything from muscles to knuckles
I claim pain, razor blade rain hittin' your brain
And now we harder than sniffin' frozen cocaine
You rappin' robots are liars, I'll take the hot pliers out the fire
Stick 'em and pull out the wack wire
See the perception I be stressin' is protection
I'm so bad, I make girls vaginal section get erection (Uh)
With perfection, you wanna race me than chase me
Your punk ass crews couldn't face me if ya maced me
So back up and let me move, I got a bloody point to prove
On a violent vibe and ready to groove
I'll do the dirty deeds and they kill thirty thieves
Heard the others came back when they boys heard me leave
Now I read the law, break it down, either or
On the real, shinin' steal, keep it real, keep it raw
Chorus
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (High-high like an Eagle)
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (High-high like an Eagle)
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (High-high like an Eagle)
We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is
Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (High-high like an Eagle)
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