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Dj Muggs - Real Life

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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...



[verse 1]

I only rock with famn

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 vann

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 ima give it

And pop you till you drop liquid

Your days are numbered and Im 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 torchn

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 its hard to settle the blaze

The ghetto we praise.



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, its 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 guineas to roast ya

If they cant approach ya send me the semi-toasters

Give em the kennedy dose and send three in ya boulder

Life is about bendin them slimmys over

Plenty bentleys and rovers

Half naked women for limo chauffers

Crib with the fendi sofas

Black costa nostras

Crack jehovas stackin like sosa

Taylor made suits with gucci penny loafers

Mac tens in holsters for rats and vultures

Havin dts 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

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