Lyrics
I’m the man in demand with the mic in my hand, spittin out distorted views all
across the land. Here i am on stage demonstratin my style, i always profile,
i’m known to get buck wild. You beating me, oh no, now ya better get real,
check in with reality, your living in a fantasy. Told ya once never twice
better heed my advice. I’ll put your heart in a blender and your head in a vice
So stay away from me son cause i’m always on the run, with a gleam in my eye
and a double barrel shot gun. Stickin up vic’s all around the way,
they know who i am but still ain’t got shit to say. Cause if they do,
they all know they’ll be found with a slug in their head six feet underground.
Tied up, beat down, gagged and bound, dms crew, runs this fuken town!
Strictly the real
I’m a jacked up, burnt out crazy mutha fucka, i’m scheming on you cause you’re
a part-time sucka. I’m a rude boy, crude boy, there’s nothing you can do boy,
my one and only mission is out to destroy! So when ya see me coming ya better
step aside, correction make a change, ya better run and hide. I’ll take your
women and your car then chill at the bar, you can’t fuck with me cause i’m a hardcore superstar!
Making moves with a quickness i never leave a witness, it’s never personal,
it’s only strictly business. I’ll beat your fucking ass down in a new york
minute, when it comes to pussy i’m like don’t stop, get it get it.
When i roll through i’m always ready for war. I never half step i always get
raw. I’m in the front and my boys got my back, vietnom’s the band and we’re
ready to attack!
Strictly the real
When my mack comes out it’s like pop, pop, pop, stop, drop and let us open up shop. Times are getting hard and it’s hard to make a living, never faking,
always taking and it’s heartache that i’m giving. I’ll fuck you up so bad that
they can’t identify, when five o rolls around i got an alibi. Never been caught
for the shit i did, never been to jail and i never did a bid. You can take your
best shot, but it won’t even daze me, you really amaze me, you don’t even phaze
me. Off the streets for awhile but i still need dough, sit back,
relax and listen to me flow. New york, new york it’s a hell of a town,
fall asleep for a minute and ya get beat down. Only the real mutha fukaz stay
alive, only the real mutha fukaz do or die!
Strictly the real
