Supa Star

[Intro instrumental - heavy scratches + group shouts "yo!" "check it!" "uh!" "real shit!" dusty chop swell] [Verse 1 - MC1 raw aggressive flow] Yo, from the gutter where the real ones bleed Niggas talk big but they duck when it's heat Projects raised me, no mercy, no peace Fuck the fake smiles, put 'em six feet deep Hustle every night, stack paper in the dark Cops on the creep, but I leave my mark Crown heavy on the head, carry the weight Real Gs move silent, sealin' their fate [Verse 2 - MC2 responding aggressive flow] Yeah, crack skulls for fun, nutcracker on the mic Run up wrong, get bodied before the night From Brooklyn blocks where the strong survive Fake mothafuckas don't make it alive Weed smoke thick, guns in the drawer Life's a bitch, but we settle the score Rep the set hard, no backin' down Street kings forever, wear the crown [Hook - Group together layered shouts "yeah!" "real Gs!" "yo!" "uh!" heavy scratches] Real Gs! (yo!) Risin' from the dirt (check it!) Real Gs! (uh!) Make the whole world hurt (yeah!) Mothafucka feel the curse (scratches) From the worst, no reverse! (yo! uh!) [Verse 3 - MC1 & MC2 alternating lines aggressive] MC1: Step wrong, get smoked on the spot MC2: No mercy, pop pop, make it hot MC1: Street life heavy, carry the glock MC2: Fake niggas drop, tick tock the clock Both: Real Gs forever, rep the block tight Both: Fuck the light, we own the night [Short Hook variation - Group layered shouts "real Gs!" "yo!" heavy scratches] Real Gs! (yo!) From the dirt (uh!) Real Gs! Mothafucka feel the hurt (yeah! scratches) No reverse! (yo!) [Outro instrumental - heavy scratches + group shouts fading "real Gs!" "yo!" "uh yeah!" tape hiss]