You know what I'm saying represent for the fam... From crazy-ass Queens, you know what I'm saying... One time for your mind. Check it out For those that don't know the way I flow My name is ******* Mic Geronimo, you know what I'm saying? Shouts to my whole fam, you know what I'm sayin? I'm representing y'all know who you is And we about to spark this, you know what I'm saying? Yeah check it out, check check it out Another day of stepping through the belly of the beast I leave the compound and make my way to my stomping ground I'm just about broke to the letter It can't get any worse s**t can only get better My burner lampin' by my waistline Geronimo will be fine My ****** got my back and undefined So now I unwind and keep my focus on my schedule It's critical for me to run a scan on my plan I keep steppin and on the DL I'll be well And as for gospel chicks and get her goin' as possible I make a red bone a dead bone after my bed bone I'll leave her ass sewn from my tone I then I bounce again? my family jump in tha ride? And see what's going down on the other side of town It's all about loungin' and keepin' s**t together No matta' the weatha' you find me out doin' whateva' And when the sun fall word to mom we're on the move So nobody can bust up the ***********' groove It's illin' enough to catch the fingatip' feel Check the rhyme paragraph, because my s**t is real S**t gets real you know the feelin' gets realer Uh s**t's real yeah you know s**t's for real Uh s**t's real yeah you know s**t's for real I smoke a 20 bag of Buddha then I'm ready to peel S**t's real now you know the feelin' gets realer Uh s**t's real yeah you know s**t's for real Uh s**t's real yeah you know s**t's for real Get a taste for my feel I freak mics like *** appeal It's healin' up, to hit your grillin' up Like catch a nightstick mix to your brain on your handcuff For every episode I unfold there be another sick story And my minda' be told And every time I take flight in the midnight The police be searchin' for a ***** wit tha killa' mouthpiece Since my first birthday I've been in with more tricks than a tramp My dinna' sleep away can And any herb with a boot throw a verb to get kids to the curb And get thrown off the bridge called the Williamsburg All your pipe dreams are hopes are burned up like choke smoke And in a simple sec I push a Tec to your neck, your neck So leave me alone and get thrown I'll be your line for more taps than the Feds buggin' telephones Flippin' ****** and leavin' them sleepin' in the chalk straight DTs be bummed so by a microphone scarface I be off that ***** in the front we frontin' ****** Blunts and this punk from a rhyme till I'm done thug I keep my form in the storm of a raw deal and give you a torn feel Because my s**t is real S**t gets real you know the feelin' gets realer Uh s**t's real yeah you know s**t's for real Uh s**t's real yeah you know s**t's for real Throw a clip from my hip to start bustin' off steel, steel Stay close when I stride em up I tear your ass off the frame where ya hidin' up I grab b*****s by stacks and stacks and I'm? You catch a lick in the back from my baseball bat I take the time of my last words to rhyme to say peace To all the members of my fam doin' jail time Makin' your brain cells swell When ****** couldn't rhyme, ayyo I grab the bag of Rothwell For me I keep real when I'm memorize your name ****** will neva' be the same, cuz I'm bad in the game Uh, I tote mics in daylight chalk and steel And now you know the deal, because my s**t is real S**t gets real you know the feelin' gets realer Uh s**t's real yeah you know s**t's real Uh s**t's real yeah you know s**t's real I keep a mad phat flow on the real to real, to real S**t gets real you know the feelin' gets realer Uh s**t's real yeah you know s**t's for real Uh s**t's real yeah you know s**t's for real S**t's gettin' realer cuz my s**t is real