Intro:

y'all niggas hurry up. Go in there, buck them niggas and get the fuck

out,

don't be playin, dogg playin, yahearwhutI'msayin? Kill them niggas and

get

the fuck back so we can stay ballin, we'll be chillin right here

"Eh nigga, I want to know if you're ready to do this shit? You ready to

do

this shit or what, motherfucker? And don't be actin like no pussy when

we

get the fuck out, man"

"Is you down, nigga?" ---> O-Dog

[Lord Jamar]

Well if you're down say you're down, if you're scared, say you scared

This is the real, don't fuck around and come unprepared

or you might lose your life on the mean streets

Middle of the night when the motherfuckin fiends meet

Hold your grip tight yo, don't let it slip

You gotta keep your tool for the fools that want to trip

And if they want to trip, send em on a vacation

All expenses paid for a devil's cremation

Can't be no contemplation, 'cause if he busts first you're gettin burst,

uhh

Layin on your back, I guess what I'm sayin, black, is that

if you ain't down then don't fuck around

"Is you down, nigga?" 'cause the shit gets thick in my town

This ain't a TV show or a song from the radio

Murder on the streets, yo, is at a high ratio

So it ain't no time for playin

You takes the 9 and I'ma be sprayin

Now what the fuck's this look in your eye? You're lookin nervous,

nigga

Earlier tonight you was all ready to service, nigga

Now your trigger ain't got no itch

You're attitude switch like a motherfuckin bitch

I can see through your expression that you're vessin

Feelin crazy pet, lookin like you want to jet

But now the shit is obvious, you just can't deal

I gotta find another nigga down for the real, "Is you down, nigga?"

Are you down for the real?

[Sadat X]

Real lifestyle's where niggas run wild

Day after day the product line is a mile

A nigga got his eye aimed on what's mines

I gots ta lay low 'cause my PO is thorough

He keep checkin every borough 'cause my address pad is thick

Niggas be actin wild 'cause they girl be on my dick

This kid downtown don't like me, he say he want me dead

He even put up cash and put a price on my head

At first I can't sweat it but my little man got hit

We had a lotta thrills but now he's buried in the catskills

Rumour has it, that bein with me's a target

My crew go less and less and I resort to wearin a vest

Ain't got no type of fans, just me and my mans

We be drawin up plans that include the use of guns

Try to stay alive so we can spare no use of funds

A month or two blows, a whole year blows

Are we still on our toes as we guzzle all the Moet?

Two drunken poets as the first shots hit

My man don't duck quick and gets hit in the chest

I just got nicked 'cause I had on the vest

Now I'm dashin, cars in the garage

Run past the Path'. run past the Dodge

Rumble for the keys, made it to my shit

The AK can spray now niggas is gettin hit, "Is you down, nigga?"

Are you down for the real?

Chorus:

Are you down for the real, motherfuckers?, "Is you down, nigga?"

Are you down for the real..............? , "Is you down, nigga?"

Now are you down with the real ass niggas? , "Is you down, nigga?"

Now tell me if you're down for the real? , "Is you down, nigga?"

*repeat*

"Is you down, nigga?" (x10)

Writer : MURPHY, DEREK DECHALUS, LORENZO PRESTON, JAMES NICHOLS, JAY DICKENS, JEROME ROLLE, RALPH
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group