Shit Is Real lyrics

Artist  : Luniz 
Song : Shit Is Real



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featuring Phats Bossi, 2wice

Check this
out.

*(Yukmouth
talking)*

Yes.
2wice.
Uh.
(What's
crackin?)
Drink-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot.
(Haha,
is that right?)
And Phats
Bossi.
Yes.
All of my niggas
ridaz.
Check it.

Chorus
*(Yukmouth)*

All of my niggas
ridaz.
small time grindas, pimps and big
timers.
Whether it's heiron or hemp wit
China.
Or got a bitch on the strip sellin
vagina.
Shit Is Real.
One mo
time.

Verse 1 *(Yukmouth of the
Luniz)*

Niggas fat
nigga I come down
strikin from the clouds like lightnin
and
smoke the ground
show you how to blow a
pound
wit out coughin
how to work a Nina
Ross wit out walkin
funny style
wit out a
half honey child jockin wit out flossin
my
niggas could peep out what I'm thinkin bout, wit
out talkin
one look at a crook
my nigga
book, an then the Tech start barkin
shoot up
the whole parkin lot
bullets ricochet
apartments
got bitches slangin martian
wit
big titties like Dolly Pardon
in the
projects
dope fiends loose they check, then
flip like Martin
walkin down the street butt
naked and crack rocks sparkin
startin shit in
front of my buildin
here comes the
sargent
raid a nigga house, juss some days to
pay a warrant
that dirty varmit
back to the
Regime conglomerate
where the climate
is
always sunny for money
the small
timers
become grindas
escalate to big
timers
pimp niggas got bitches trickin
vagina.
This Shit Is Real
nigga!

*(Chorus)* 2x

Verse 2
*(2wice)*

Give us rememory morse
of
course
takin no short fa sho
poppin the cop
wit glocks
like I'm Tupac Shakur
cuz
everyday we high as hell
dope is what we try
an sell
nickle and dimes for buyin yayo
til
I got lines of clientele
load up yo
clip
click-clack
hold up yo shit
get
back
if ya know ya shit
admitt that
roll
up a spliff
an hit that
roll up the
crib
made a nigga cost mail
you tried to
post
but ya lay 'em in a coffin
the boss
man
whips up another batch
pick up some
other scratch
wit clips and some other
straps
the 2wice suguest you stop
cuz my
loot no share
cuz I invest in glocks
How ya
shoot that there?
I do got playas
pimps
slash some hustlas
that do got they rapid
self
pass them suckels
I flip a Tech wit a
muffle
greet the flex wit my muscle
the
Luniz
doin they thing-ama-jig
an it must
sell.

*(Chorus)* 2x
Eh!
Shit is
real!

Verse 3 *(Numskull of the
Luniz)*

Niggas feel that
when niggas
found at
Drink-A-Lot wasn't even found
yet
when 4, 15's was the only sound
check
yo, what happened to the side
shows
when niggas used to ride those
Vet's
and 50's
to be connected drunkin
rhinos
when bitches was dusted
sex was like
"Fuck it"
an no real nigga was ashamed to ride
a bucket
when shit was goin down
we
followed it
if she ain't suckin dick by
now
she swallowed it
wallow in yo
guiltiness
everybody candy
and everybody
rich like filthiness
but I can still see
this
Ghost Town
ridin to another
status
where everything is based on who the
baddest
we had Lil Kim's
but they juss
wasn't out the closet
an now we got 'em fuckin
wit each other on some Mobb shit
Mobb
shit
Mobb one
Mobb two
an then I got a
Mobb for when there's else to do
get used to
the crew.

Verse 4 *(Phats
Bossi)

What?
See all young
guns
where they come from
blocks of
hoodlums
the fake shooks ones
they get
touched wit busted ear drums
raw meat
me an
Keek Sneek we start the big beat
if they mouth
leak
wit big heats
get put to sleep
Mr.
Phats slash Jaco
I'm out for pecos
go for
gusto
Mobb villans we flippin Lexos
never
trust those
dirty cats
they get the wet
nose
get they head froze
Thugged Out,
playin in wet clothes
the life of cut
throat
cut throat
I'm in my hustle
show
my muscle
flex off, then start to
tussle
young guys, pushin Hot Rods
begin
the saga
blow like Hoffa
stack chips like
Godfather
Shit Is Real.

*(Chorus)* 2x