Real Life lyrics

Artist  : Muggs 
Song : Real Life



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 f/ Kool G. Rap



This one is for my people in the street and six
feet baby...

watch yourself kid, the jakes be deep and on the
creep now...

what the deal, this ones for my duns thats
upstate doin' bids...

stay reppin' Queens with infra-red beams...



[Verse 1]

I only rock with fam'n

plot plannin' niggas that cock cannons

roll with the ox jammin' niggas doin' whole bids
in the box standin'

8 niggas thats quick to hop in the van'n

cock glocks and put the drops on the whole block
gamblin'

turn it to knots landin'

gun shots got 'em scramblin'

leavin' 4 cops to examine

the streets are frigid so I speak it vivid

sleep it, love it, and live it

if you want one of these slugs I'm'a give it

and pop you 'till you drop liquid

your days are numbered and I'm droppin' the
digits

bodies get sent to the chop shop like civics

all for poppin' up on the wrong blocks to
visit

the wrong spot to risk it

nothin' but hollow tops in the biscuits

get helicopter lifted out your hot lizards

keep it far from the child shit

.40 cal. spit

runnin' with wild cliques

dead you and beat the murder trial shit

12 valve whips

the strip is scorchin'

flooded with drug enforcement lawmen

strippin' your fortune

shorties are like the statue of liberty, they
stay liftin' the torch'n

orphans that spit the fifth often

mad chicks get abortions

weak ones lay stiff in a coffin

federal stakeouts, spots get raided

shots get traded

come in a lock everything rock related

keepin' the cell blocks overly populated

incarcerated scarfaces inoxicated

bodies get operated 

some get chopped and faded

leave 'em bleedin' in need for medical aid

for dough metal gets rasied

when shit gets hot it's hard to settle the
blaze

the ghetto we praise. 



Chorus - 

The life you hold

is just like the dice you roll

be careful kid, these streets is ice cold

the thirsty worms out workin' the night
patrol

for the price of gold

as the story of our life gets told.



[Verse 2]

How many make it out, it's one in a Million

scared to death 'cause one of your children

just might be the next one to get stretched in
front on the building

dumbin' out, pullin' guns out, runnin' wit'
villians

livin' in pain, kid in a street gang

trapped in these blocks where the heat flames

where niggas reach for they thang

speak slang, chop your grill until the meat
hang

bustin' they gat, runnin' their deep games

look out for the cheap dames that set you up

invite you to the crib to wet you up

lift your necklace up

quick to lift and mess you up

Smith and Wess' you up

never press your luck

be prepared to bust

how many you dare to trust?

keep your friends close and enemies closer

I pour double shots of Remi to toast ya friendly
ghost until they send

me over

send some Guinea's to roast ya

if they can't approach ya send me the
semi-toasters

give 'em the Kennedy dose and send three in ya
boulder

life is about bendin' them slimmy's over

plenty Bentley's and Rovers

half naked Women for Limo chauffers

crib with the Fendi sofa's

black Costa Nostras

crack Jehovas stackin' like Sosa

Taylor made suits with Gucci penny loafers

MAC Tens in holsters for rats and vultures

havin' DT's package and coach us

these raps are vulgar

blow the backs of cobras

roll with the gat exploders, gun slingers

corners and slum hangers

the brick a ton bringers

keep one in the chamber



Chorus