Real Life Lyrics - Singles - Dj Muggs

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... 

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[verse 1] 

I only rock with fam'n 

Plot plannin' niggas that cock cannons 

Roll with the ox jammin' niggas doin' whole bids in the box standin' 

8 niggas thats quick to hop in the van'n 

Cock glocks and put the drops on the whole block gamblin' 

Turn it to knots landin' 

Gun shots got 'em scramblin' 

Leavin' 4 cops to examine 

The streets are frigid so I speak it vivid 

Sleep it, love it, and live it 

If you want one of these slugs i'm'a give it 

And pop you 'till you drop liquid 

Your days are numbered and I'm droppin' the digits 

Bodies get sent to the chop shop like civics 

All for poppin' up on the wrong blocks to visit 

The wrong spot to risk it 

Nothin' but hollow tops in the biscuits 

Get helicopter lifted out your hot lizards 

Keep it far from the child shit 

.40 cal. spit 

Runnin' with wild cliques 

Dead you and beat the murder trial shit 

12 valve whips 

The strip is scorchin' 

Flooded with drug enforcement lawmen 

Strippin' your fortune 

Shorties are like the statue of liberty, they stay liftin' the torch'n 

Orphans that spit the fifth often 

Mad chicks get abortions 

Weak ones lay stiff in a coffin 

Federal stakeouts, spots get raided 

Shots get traded 

Come in a lock everything rock related 

Keepin' the cell blocks overly populated 

Incarcerated scarfaces inoxicated 

Bodies get operated 

Some get chopped and faded 

Leave 'em bleedin' in need for medical aid 

For dough metal gets rasied 

When shit gets hot it's hard to settle the blaze 

The ghetto we praise. 

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Chorus - 

The life you hold 

Is just like the dice you roll 

Be careful kid, these streets is ice cold 

The thirsty worms out workin' the night patrol 

For the price of gold 

As the story of our life gets told. 

[verse 2] 

How many make it out, it's one in a million 

Scared to death 'cause one of your children 

Just might be the next one to get stretched in front on the building 

Dumbin' out, pullin' guns out, runnin' wit' villians 

Livin' in pain, kid in a street gang 

Trapped in these blocks where the heat flames 

Where niggas reach for they thang 

Speak slang, chop your grill until the meat hang 

Bustin' they gat, runnin' their deep games 

Look out for the cheap dames that set you up 

Invite you to the crib to wet you up 

Lift your necklace up 

Quick to lift and mess you up 

Smith and wess' you up 

Never press your luck 

Be prepared to bust 

How many you dare to trust? 

Keep your friends close and enemies closer 

I pour double shots of remi to toast ya friendly ghost until they send 

Me over 

Send some guinea's to roast ya 

If they can't approach ya send me the semi-toasters 

Give 'em the kennedy dose and send three in ya boulder 

Life is about bendin' them slimmy's over 

Plenty bentley's and rovers 

Half naked women for limo chauffers 

Crib with the fendi sofa's 

Black costa nostras 

Crack jehovas stackin' like sosa 

Taylor made suits with gucci penny loafers 

Mac tens in holsters for rats and vultures 

Havin' dt's package and coach us 

These raps are vulgar 

Blow the backs of cobras 

Roll with the gat exploders, gun slingers 

Corners and slum hangers 

The brick a ton bringers 

Keep one in the chamber 

Chorus