Raekwon Lyrics

Album: Immobilarity

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)