Raekwon Real Life Lyrics

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)