Raekwon The Chef

Raekwon The Chef - Real Life lyrics

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Smash you grilla.....

That's rightthat's right

A hundred and ninety-six million

Nine hundred and forty thousand

Square mileson 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 itbobby told me before

Keep the heat by the side of the door

Ready for military war

Numerous catsniggas is uterus

Who thisclaimin' 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

Godshit 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 lifeit don't cost nuttin' just to blast

Real lifelay 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 francspeep 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 itwhere rock atstop 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 yohittin' the ground like mangoes

Swiss cheese the thirty-g dorango

Few weeks later son seem 'em all..

I mean 'em all..

Hook

(repeat x2)

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