What's Really Good

Jedi Mind Tricks
 Miscellaneous
 What's Really Good
 [Rocky Raez]
 Yea, ok, yo, listen, check it, yo
 Heyo these streets hate me, but they made me a animal
 We little ghetto boys that was raised on the avenue
 We drug dealers, stick-up kids, and what have you
 In rap battles with the audience that clap at you
 My block crazy, I never seen a CAB pass through
 On bright sunny days you can see my black shadow
 Gats with barrels sucked under the apparel
 And that's natural in a city with CRACKED statutes
 Please believe it, gun shots some keep secrets
 You keep sleepin', get caught in ya Jeep preachin
 Always listen to an old man when he speakin'
 To learn how to keep AT LEAST A GRAND on the weekend
 Learn how to analyze a man when he creepin'
 Learn not to never burn a bridge when you leakin'
 That's street knowledge, write it down and speak about it
 Drug dealers use this rap the street OUTLETS
 I leave doubters in the back and move outwards
 Watch for them niggaz with Timbs and loose outfits
 Guns don't kill people, the bullets'll kill people
 And bullets leave holes in people you just see through
 It's all mathematics it's what the streets equal
 These streets EVIL, city niggaz with Desert Eagles
 They won't hesitate to drive-by in TINTED regals
 And that's how it is in my life, that's how it is
 (Yea, it's Rocky Raez y'all, the Ghostwriters)
 [Chorus]x2
 Heyo, what's really good? (We over)
 'Cuz I got it on lock (In my hood)
 We hustle what we could (In yo' block)
 You niggaz ain't stop (In my block)
 [Vinnie Paz talking during chorus]
 I got the SOUND RIGHT REASONING OF MALACHI YORK
 Only speak to me if I allow you to talk
 Cuz y'all ain't never learn that you crawl before walk
 My four-pound LAYING you down like Black Hawk
 The gat's SPARK, intelligent born vicious
 Military thug who follow Allah wishes
 That's why I don't eat pork and cause sickness
 And that's why CLITTORAL cats is like bitches
 And y'all be more hard pressed to stop me
 And fiends dumpin' out on the block, it's rock free
 So f**k peace, cousin bring me to war
 So I can have blood on my hands with C-4
 I need more, need weed and need cash
 Or I'ma shoot three at ya team like Steve Nash
 You BLEED fast, 'cuz that's jus how it go down
 That's how Vinnie Pazi ends up always holdin the crown
 I'm holdin' it down, with five nickel nine biscuits
 I live my life for Allah, DEFY CHRISTMAS
 But y'all always in Jedi Mind business
 Now your body parts are buried in five ditches
 It's f**kin' Vinnie Paz baby