Real Life lyrics

Artist  : Raekwon 
Song : Real Life



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[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)