Really

I really I keep it It ain't no secret I hear em talkin They really don't mean it Bullets start flyin Niggaz start dyin I don't hear em It ain't no talk no mo Niggaz stopped talkin Them thirty shots rip and it sat in eem Picked eem off cause he talkin He should of known not to get at me Pissin me off she keep callin Bitch give me time to think All of this pain that's inside of me I keep it bottled in What's poppin then What's poppin then Is it 33 or 36 f*ck it I drop it and mix Wit the Pyrex be whippin this shit Bakin that soda the arm then a wrist Takin these trips wit the pack It's a risk Takin these trips wit the strap It's a risk Niggaz try play me I'm bangin my shit If I don't kill you It's a hole in ya shit