[Verse 1]

I ain't about to sit back and talk about gats and Glocks

And bustin' caps on blocks, crackin' on practice cops

You couldn't handle when I'm deep like a diver

The cookie corner conniver keeps my streets liver

I play the DL and watch the outskirts

I write a ill verse and never shout words that makes my mouth hurt

I go to Booby's place and rap to groovy breaks

Poppin' in a Fugees tape, but watch all the moves we make, huh

We're gettin' open 'til we're chokin'

I fell over in the tenth, oh and beyond, I got the bomb bitches soakin' (Ah)

I generate the girls, good night, I spread the hood life

My lyrics and my style don't match what I look like

You know not to pass judgment, my ass ain't budgin' (Uh-uh)

I kill a fast dozen of your fam and fuck your last cousin

Straight from Jersey doin' just what I feel

Steal a meal, I'm the druggie that deal, but keep it real (Real on the real)

[Chorus]

We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)

We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high

[Verse 2]

My lifestyle's fast lane without speed bumps or rollin' tree stumps

On givin' free blunts, I only had to smoke weed once

To rap while I puff that and chill as I buck back

And grab my nutsack if every crew who fuck fags

See, I'm the dopest that you don't wanna smoke with

Been rhymin' since the days of puffin' joints out the roach clips (Uh)

I wake up every mornin' and I always wonder

Why peeps who roll deep treat my streets like a slumber

This ain't a vacation spot (Uh-uh), so go claim your Glocks

So many names with spray cans, we could paint the blocks

I dream tough, I never chilled with no cream puff

Hanky sporty kid, the bottoms of my saggy jeans cuffed

I keep the power to speak, I ain't a flower for freaks

My dirt's deep, I even go without a shower for weeks

So back up off it, you fags had to forfeit

I wet so many heads they call my crew Farrah Fawcett

Sprinkle over here, there, whenever I feel

I'm no beginner or winner, but my deal'll keep it real (On the real)

[Chorus]

We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)

We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)

We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (I keep it real)

We were beginners in the hood and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high

[Verse 3]

Now it's no illusion, I'm groovin', the L got my brain movin'

The pain's soothin' and my crew got the same movement

The boom's like the Moon on the run from the Sun

Steady spark in the dark daily where we come from

I'm cool with the careless kids who rock crusty fronts

They got rusty lungs from smokin' dusty blunts (Ha)

They puff like pros so call 'em ashtray mouth

'Cause Amboy's a halfway house and this is my last day out (Uh)

So I'ma catch wreck, knock off your headset

Bullet holes or five-oh will make the the funny feds sweat

I'm from the ass crack of Amboy a.k.a. The Violent Village

Dirty Delaney is where I be illin'

My tiny town is thumbs down, finger tips are splittin' blunts

Competition walks away, fixin' fronts

I fully break beats and dominate my ill fate

Lampin' on Da' Miilkrate until late, it feels great

[Chorus]

We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)

We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)

We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Keep it real)

We were beginners in the hood—and my mentality is

Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high (Because it's real)

[Outro]

It's always real