Luniz - Shit Is Real Lyrics
Check this out.*(yukmouth talking)*Yes.2wice.Uh.(whats 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 its heiron or hemp wit china.Or got a ***** on the strip sellin vagina.Shit is real.One mo time.Verse 1 *(yukmouth of the luniz)*Niggas fatNigga I come down strikin from the clouds like lightninAnd smoke the groundShow you how to blow a poundWit out coughinHow to work a nina ross wit out walkinFunny styleWit out a half honey child jockin wit out flossinMy niggas could peep out what Im thinkin bout, wit out talkinOne look at a crookMy nigga book, an then the tech start barkinShoot up the whole parkin lotBullets ricochet apartmentsGot *****es slangin martianWit big titties like dolly pardonIn the projectsDope fiends loose they check, then flip like martinWalkin down the street butt ***** and crack rocks sparkinStartin shit in front of my buildinHere comes the sargentRaid a nigga house, juss some days to pay a warrantThat dirty varmitBack to the regime conglomerateWhere the climateIs always sunny for moneyThe small timersBecome grindasEscalate to big timersPimp niggas got *****es trickin vagina.This shit is real nigga!*(chorus)* 2xVerse 2 *(2wice)*Give us rememory morseOf courseTakin no short fa shoPoppin the cop wit glocksLike Im tupac shakurCuz everyday we high as hellDope is what we try an sellNickle and dimes for buyin yayoTil I got lines of clienteleLoad up yo clipClick-clackHold up yo shitGet backIf ya know ya shitAdmitt thatRoll up a spliffAn hit thatRoll up the cribMade a nigga cost mailYou tried to postBut ya lay em in a coffinThe boss manWhips up another batchPick up some other scratchWit clips and some other strapsThe 2wice suguest you stopCuz my loot no shareCuz I invest in glocksHow ya shoot that there?I do got playasPimps slash some hustlasThat do got they rapid selfPass them suckelsI flip a tech wit a muffleGreet the flex wit my muscleThe lunizDoin they thing-ama-jigAn it must sell.*(chorus)* 2xEh!Shit is real!Verse 3 *(numskull of the luniz)*Niggas feel thatWhen niggas found atDrink-a-lot wasnt even found yetWhen 4, 15s was the only sound checkYo, what happened to the side showsWhen niggas used to ride thoseVets and 50sTo be connected drunkin rhinosWhen *****es was dustedSex was like ***** itAn no real nigga was ashamed to ride a bucketWhen shit was goin downWe followed itIf she aint suckin dick by nowShe swallowed itWallow in yo guiltinessEverybody candyAnd everybody rich like filthinessBut I can still see thisGhost townRidin to another statusWhere everything is based on who the baddestWe had lil kimsBut they juss wasnt out the closetAn now we got em *****in wit each other on some mobb shitMobb shitMobb oneMobb twoAn then I got a mobb for when theres else to doGet used to the crew.Verse 4 *(phats bossi)What?See all young gunsWhere they come fromBlocks of hoodlumsThe fake shooks onesThey get touched wit busted ear drumsRaw meatMe an keek sneek we start the big beatIf they mouth leakWit big heatsGet put to sleepMr. phats slash jacoIm out for pecosGo for gustoMobb villans we flippin lexosNever trust thoseDirty catsThey get the wet noseGet they head frozeThugged out, playin in wet clothesThe life of cut throatCut throatIm in my hustleShow my muscleFlex off, then start to tussleYoung guys, pushin hot rodsBegin the sagaBlow like hoffaStack chips like godfatherShit is real.*(chorus)* 2x
