Shit Is Real Lyrics

Shit Is Real lyrics

featuring Phats Bossi, 2wice

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*(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