Real Life Lyrics by Raekwon The Chef

Real Life Lyrics

    [conversation]:

    Smash you grilla.....
    That's right, that's right
    A hundred and ninety-six million
    Nine hundred and forty thousand
    Square miles, on this planet
    Fresh outta new york
    Aiyyo,


    Verse 1:

    Aiyyo,
    Rollie what's up son noodles had a problem
    He called lucky hands lab saying niggas mobbed him
    Max was on the outskirt trickin' in dc
    Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for free
    That night i was in the cut alone zoned out
    Suggest i rock a utility vest when i'm bonin' out
    Yeah you know it, bobby told me before
    Keep the heat by the side of the door
    Ready for military war
    Numerous cats, niggas is uterus
    Who this, claimin' that he loking for louis rich
    Diamond a young king doing his thing
    Big safes out in beijing
    Aqua green thing
    One connect had turned on him
    God, shit got realer than a fuck
    Crackers up state want him
    Marshalls came through the hood that night
    Bagged my man chaz 32 bags he copped flight
    Now he upstate baggin' niggas
    House and air maxs big acs
    Won the oscar award for crabbing niggas
    Now all y'all niggas get to laugh now
    Who got the last laugh now
    Hit his stash house

    Hook:

    It's called real life
    Y'all niggas betta see the light fast pa
    Real life, it don't cost nuttin' just to blast
    Real life, lay down son you won't last
    Real life
    Real life
    Real life

    Verse 2:

    February tenth day on a wednesday
    It's like grimsday
    Russian hats rocking it the benz way
    That day we got guns on us
    Jakes want us,
    Playin einstein lenses and auroras
    Little meek caught us
    Couple of francs, peep the blue taurus
    What up tuck your chain they came for us
    Jumped out big nines and some hard bottles
    Eyes of hate finally meeting up wid the stakes
    It was who i thought it was
    2 pair of clarks one pair of lugz
    Wit the hardbottom nigga wid the snub
    Cocked it, where rock at, stop that
    Violate this cipher pa we'll definitely strike back
    All of us right there slight fear in our heart
    Blink we take it right there
    Doing our thing apart
    Broad jumped out tryin' to run shit
    Spoken loud words all we want is his head
    He did some dumb shit
    Beef from miami now
    Damn yo big head lance in some wild shit
    Noodles caught the stair down
    Now it came back to me yo
    Handle it wise and brutally yo
    Put down your tooly and talk like men
    No shots rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes
    Swiss cheese the thirty-g dorango
    Few weeks later son seem 'em all..
    I mean 'em all..

    Hook
    (repeat x2)

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