Real Life Lyrics - Raekwon The Chef

[Conversation]: 

Smash you grilla..... 

That's right, that's right 

A hundred and ninety-six million 

nine hundred and forty thousand 

square miles, on this planet 

Fresh outta New York 

Aiyyo, 

Verse 1: 

Aiyyo, 

Rollie what's up son Noodles had a problem 

He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him 

Max was on the outskirt trickin' in DC 

Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for free 

That night I was in the cut alone zoned out 

Suggest I rock a utility vest when I'm bonin' out 

Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before 

Keep the heat by the side of the door 

Ready for military war 

Numerous cats, niggas is uterus 

Who this, claimin' that he loking for Louis Rich 

Diamond a young king doing his thing 

Big safes out in Beijing 

Aqua green thing 

One connect had turned on him 

God, shit got realer than a fuck 

Crackers up state want him 

Marshalls came through the hood that night 

Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he copped flight 

Now he upstate baggin' niggas 

House and Air Maxs big ACs 

Won the Oscar award for crabbing niggas 

Now all y'all niggas get to laugh now 

Who got the last laugh now 

Hit his stash house 

Hook: 

It's called real life 

Y'all niggas betta see the light fast pa 

Real life, it don't cost nuttin' just to blast 

Real life, lay down son you won't last 

Real life 

Real life 

Real life 

Verse 2: 

February tenth day on a Wednesday 

It's like grimsday 

Russian hats rocking it the Benz way 

That day we got guns on us 

Jakes want us, 

Playin Einstein lenses and Auroras 

Little meek caught us 

Couple of francs, peep the blue Taurus 

What up tuck your chain they came for us 

Jumped out big nines and some hard bottles 

Eyes of hate finally meeting up wid the stakes 

It was who I thought it was 

2 pair of Clarks one pair of Lugz 

Wit the hardbottom nigga wid the snub 

Cocked it, where rock at, stop that 

Violate this cipher pa we'll definitely strike back 

All of us right there slight fear in our heart 

Blink we take it right there 

Doing our thing apart 

Broad jumped out tryin' to run shit 

Spoken loud words all we want is his head 

He did some dumb shit 

Beef from Miami now 

Damn yo big head Lance in some wild shit 

Noodles caught the stair down 

Now it came back to me yo 

Handle it wise and brutally yo 

Put down your tooly and talk like men 

No shots rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes 

Swiss cheese the thirty-G dorango 

Few weeks later son seem 'em all.. 

I mean 'em all.. 

Hook 

(Repeat x2)