INSPECTAH DECK - Really Real lyrics

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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 brough all these lions and apes for

Shotgun pele timey, dumping your face boy

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 tryiing 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

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...

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 change

Everyday the same, who am I to make a chance

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

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

Cause 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?

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

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