Dj Muggs - Real Life Lyrics
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 famnPlot plannin niggas that ***** cannonsRoll with the ox jammin niggas doin whole bids in the box standin8 niggas thats quick to hop in the vann***** glocks and put the drops on the whole block gamblinTurn it to knots landinGun shots got em scramblinLeavin 4 cops to examineThe streets are frigid so I speak it vividSleep it, love it, and live itIf you want one of these slugs ima give itAnd pop you till you drop liquidYour days are numbered and Im droppin the digitsBodies get sent to the chop shop like civicsAll for poppin up on the wrong blocks to visitThe wrong spot to risk itNothin but hollow tops in the biscuitsGet helicopter lifted out your hot lizardsKeep it far from the child shit.40 cal. spitRunnin with wild cliquesDead you and beat the murder trial shit12 valve whipsThe strip is scorchinFlooded with drug enforcement lawmenStrippin your fortuneShorties are like the statue of liberty, they stay liftin the torchnOrphans that spit the fifth oftenMad chicks get abortionsWeak ones lay stiff in a coffinFederal stakeouts, spots get raidedShots get tradedCome in a lock everything rock relatedKeepin the cell blocks overly populatedIncarcerated scarfaces inoxicatedBodies get operatedSome get chopped and fadedLeave em bleedin in need for medical aidFor dough metal gets rasiedWhen shit gets hot its hard to settle the blazeThe ghetto we praise.Chorus -The life you holdIs just like the dice you rollBe careful kid, these streets is ice coldThe thirsty worms out workin the night patrolFor the price of goldAs the story of our life gets told.[verse 2]How many make it out, its one in a millionScared to death cause one of your childrenJust might be the next one to get stretched in front on the buildingDumbin out, pullin guns out, runnin wit villiansLivin in pain, kid in a street gangTrapped in these blocks where the heat flamesWhere niggas reach for they thangSpeak slang, chop your grill until the meat hangBustin they gat, runnin their deep gamesLook out for the cheap dames that set you upInvite you to the crib to wet you upLift your necklace upQuick to lift and mess you upSmith and wess you upNever press your luckBe prepared to bustHow many you dare to trust?Keep your friends close and enemies closerI pour double shots of remi to toast ya friendly ghost until they sendMe overSend some guineas to roast yaIf they cant approach ya send me the semi-toastersGive em the kennedy dose and send three in ya boulderLife is about bendin them slimmys overPlenty bentleys and roversHalf ***** women for limo chauffersCrib with the fendi sofasBlack costa nostrasCrack jehovas stackin like sosaTaylor made suits with gucci penny loafersMac tens in holsters for rats and vulturesHavin dts package and coach usThese raps are vulgarBlow the backs of cobrasRoll with the gat exploders, gun slingersCorners and slum hangersThe brick a ton bringersKeep one in the chamberChorus
