Shit Is Real Lyrics - Luniz

Check this out. 

*(Yukmouth talking)* 

Yes. 

2wice. 

Uh. 

(What's 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 it's heiron or hemp wit China. 

Or got a bitch on the strip sellin vagina. 

Shit Is Real. 

One mo time. 

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Verse 1 *(Yukmouth of the Luniz)* 

Niggas fat 

nigga I come down strikin from the clouds like lightnin 

and smoke the ground 

show you how to blow a pound 

wit out coughin 

how to work a Nina Ross wit out walkin 

funny style 

wit out a half honey child jockin wit out flossin 

my niggas could peep out what I'm thinkin bout, wit out talkin 

one look at a crook 

my nigga book, an then the Tech start barkin 

shoot up the whole parkin lot 

bullets ricochet apartments 

got bitches slangin martian 

wit big titties like Dolly Pardon 

in the projects 

dope fiends loose they check, then flip like Martin 

walkin down the street butt naked and crack rocks sparkin 

startin shit in front of my buildin 

here comes the sargent 

raid a nigga house, juss some days to pay a warrant 

that dirty varmit 

back to the Regime conglomerate 

where the climate 

is always sunny for money 

the small timers 

become grindas 

escalate to big timers 

pimp niggas got bitches trickin vagina. 

This Shit Is Real nigga! 

Photos 

*(Chorus)* 2x 

Verse 2 *(2wice)* 

Give us rememory morse 

of course 

takin no short fa sho 

poppin the cop wit glocks 

like I'm Tupac Shakur 

'cause everyday we high as hell 

dope is what we try an sell 

nickle and dimes for buyin yayo 

til I got lines of clientele 

load up yo clip 

click-clack 

hold up yo shit 

get back 

if ya know ya shit 

admitt that 

roll up a spliff 

an hit that 

roll up the crib 

made a nigga cost mail 

you tried to post 

but ya lay 'em in a coffin 

the boss man 

whips up another batch 

pick up some other scratch 

wit clips and some other straps 

the 2wice suguest you stop 

'cause my loot no share 

'cause I invest in glocks 

How ya shoot that there? 

I do got playas 

pimps slash some hustlas 

that do got they rapid self 

pass them suckels 

I flip a Tech wit a muffle 

greet the flex wit my muscle 

the Luniz 

doin they thing-ama-jig 

an it must sell. 

*(Chorus)* 2x 

Eh! 

Shit is real! 

Verse 3 *(Numskull of the Luniz)* 

Niggas feel that 

when niggas found at 

Drink-A-Lot wasn't even found yet 

when 4, 15's was the only sound check 

yo, what happened to the side shows 

when niggas used to ride those 

Vet's and 50's 

to be connected drunkin rhinos 

when bitches was dusted 

sex was like "Fuck it" 

an no real nigga was ashamed to ride a bucket 

when shit was goin down 

we followed it 

if she ain't suckin dick by now 

she swallowed it 

wallow in yo guiltiness 

everybody candy 

and everybody rich like filthiness 

but I can still see this 

Ghost Town 

ridin to another status 

where everything is based on who the baddest 

we had Lil Kim's 

but they juss wasn't out the closet 

an now we got 'em fuckin wit each other on some Mobb shit 

Mobb shit 

Mobb one 

Mobb two 

an then I got a Mobb for when there's else to do 

get used to the crew. 

Verse 4 *(Phats Bossi) 

What? 

See all young guns 

where they come from 

blocks of hoodlums 

the fake shooks ones 

they get touched wit busted ear drums 

raw meat 

me an Keek Sneek we start the big beat 

if they mouth leak 

wit big heats 

get put to sleep 

Mr. Phats slash Jaco 

I'm out for pecos 

go for gusto 

Mobb villans we flippin Lexos 

never trust those 

dirty cats 

they get the wet nose 

get they head froze 

Thugged Out, playin in wet clothes 

the life of cut throat 

cut throat 

I'm in my hustle 

show my muscle 

flex off, then start to tussle 

young guys, pushin Hot Rods 

begin the saga 

blow like Hoffa 

stack chips like Godfather 

Shit Is Real. 

*(Chorus)* 2x