Текст песни Raekwon The Chef - Real Life
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[Conversation]:Smash you grilla.....That`s right, that`s rightA hundred and ninety-six millionnine hundred and forty thousandsquare miles, on this planetFresh outta New YorkAiyyo,Verse 1:Aiyyo,Rollie what`s up son Noodles had a problem He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed himMax was on the outskirt trickin` in DCBlaze had a shorty in his lab gettin` weed for freeThat night I was in the cut alone zoned outSuggest I rock a utility vest when I`m bonin` outYeah you know it, Bobby told me beforeKeep the heat by the side of the door Ready for military warNumerous cats, niggas is uterusWho this, claimin` that he loking for Louis RichDiamond a young king doing his thingBig safes out in Beijing Aqua green thingOne connect had turned on himGod, shit got realer than a fuckCrackers up state want himMarshalls came through the hood that nightBagged my man Chaz 32 bags he copped flightNow he upstate baggin` niggasHouse and Air Maxs big ACsWon the Oscar award for crabbing niggasNow all y`all niggas get to laugh nowWho got the last laugh nowHit his stash house Hook:It`s called real lifeY`all niggas betta see the light fast paReal life, it don`t cost nuttin` just to blastReal life, lay down son you won`t lastReal lifeReal lifeReal lifeVerse 2:February tenth day on a WednesdayIt`s like grimsday Russian hats rocking it the Benz wayThat day we got guns on usJakes want us, Playin Einstein lenses and AurorasLittle meek caught us Couple of francs, peep the blue TaurusWhat up tuck your chain they came for usJumped out big nines and some hard bottlesEyes of hate finally meeting up wid the stakesIt was who I thought it was2 pair of Clarks one pair of LugzWit the hardbottom nigga wid the snubCocked it, where rock at, stop thatViolate this cipher pa we`ll definitely strike backAll of us right there slight fear in our heartBlink we take it right there Doing our thing apartBroad jumped out tryin` to run shit Spoken loud words all we want is his head He did some dumb shitBeef from Miami nowDamn yo big head Lance in some wild shitNoodles caught the stair downNow it came back to me yoHandle it wise and brutally yoPut down your tooly and talk like menNo shots rang yo, hittin` the ground like mangoesSwiss cheese the thirty-G dorangoFew weeks later son seem `em all..I mean `em all..Hook(Repeat x2)