Really Real Lyrics - Manifesto - Inspectah Deck

Aiyo, INS, yo, these niggas talking real stupid, again 

Nigga, you know what it is, nigga 

How you gonna stop the real, nigga? It's impossible 

Nigga, fuck is wrong with you niggas 

Is you stupid or something, let's go 

Aiyo, go against House Gang and handle the war 

In the streets we ain't asking who you handling for 

Wave my hand have you faggot niggas hugging the floor 

Scarface, shower scene, angel blood and the chainsaw 

Shells hit your car, tear your frame off 

Beef got you covered like the faggot niggas 

Bodies in steak sauce 

What you think I bought all these lions and apes for 

Shotgun pele timey, dumping your face boy 

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Baby, it's a jungle, I got animal taste for 

Real estate cards, plus keeping my safe full 

La Banga, Donnie Cash, I'm catching a case for 

Duct tape your face, then, empty your safe off 

Soldiers got more than 8 balls, you just a running back 

Play the front line with handoffs 

Carlton Fisk, ready for the stand off 

Five hundred grams, half a man, watch me get that man off 

Real shit, we trying to get a mil quick 

Son try and block the shots, right after the steel clip 

Click, go and get your clique 

Crews, squads, bring 'em through 

I'm so soulful, flow like a singer do 

So bitches love me, I live like a swinger too 

Niggas scared to play in the game 

I brought some ringers through 

Go ahead, say my name, the type to look for drama 

I snatch your chain, test out your body armor 

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My reputation like Jeffrey Dahmer, I eat niggas 

You running with rappers, I get money with street niggas 

I put fire to leech niggas, gasoline homey with cheap liquor 

Burn unit see the picture 

C.S.I., S.I. chief retire 

Rest in peace La, cut 'em like a pizza pie 

I need paper, cop cars, I don't even drive 

I am not a rapper, nah, I don't even rhyme 

Just speak true life stories, that's on format 

So I use these fake ass rappers like they was doormats 

Taylor put in work, no W-2's 

So I don't file taxes, I just hustle my way through 

I'm the real, real 

I'm the real, real 

I'm the real, real 

I'm the real, real 

I'm the real, real 

I'm the real, real 

I'm the real, real 

I'm the real, real 

Born with the struggle, used to hustle for crums 

Filling blunts in the building front, thugging for ones 

Full clips fly, nicks, dimes, something to pump 

Whole clips fly, whips, dimes, nothing to son 

City boy on the corner, I was so involved 

So the drama, I embraced it with open arms 

I'm trying to shake the fame, hoping I can break the chain 

Everyday the same, who am I to make it change 

When my niggas risk it all just to play the game 

And the youngings going through it, trying to play the same 

Through the rain, through the fire, handcuffed by desire 

Cynthia son, forgive me for the sins that I've done 

I'm the real, real 

I'm the real, real 

I'm the real, real 

I'm the real, real 

Stop the real, really? 

You only feel me if you walk the same road 

Talk the same code 

Still dwelling in the hell, and find a time to make a home 

The few who escaped with trying to find a safer zone 

I ain't waiting for Obama, never doubted him, I'm proud of him 

He real, he'll spend a couple mil' in the housing then 

Seeing is believing, my vision is blurred 

'Cuz I ain't seen nothing I heard, really nothing but words 

The bottom line, I'm still stuck to the curb 

Sky high but it wasn't the sherm, really nothing but herbs 

I risk it all for the cause 

Even if it's war with the law, I won't pause 

I can't, won't, don't stop, I ain't got an off switch 

Dying trying to live it, just to get a small part of it 

My squad is sick type that you don't want problems with 

Rolling like seventy mack trucks, what's stopping it? 

I'm the real, real 

I'm the real, real 

I'm the real, real 

I'm the real, real 

I'm the real, real 

I'm the real, real 

I'm the real, real 

I'm the real, real 

You gots to be kidding my niggas, I worked too hard 

Fought too long, I'm standing on my own two