[Conversation]:
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Smash you grilla.....
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That's right, that's right
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A hundred and ninety-six million
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nine hundred and forty thousand
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square miles, on this planet
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Fresh outta New York
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Aiyyo,
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Verse 1:
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Aiyyo,
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Rollie what's up son Noodles had a problem
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He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him
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Max was on the outskirt trickin' in DC
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Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for free
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That night I was in the cut alone zoned out
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Suggest I rock a utility vest when I'm bonin' out
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Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before
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Keep the heat by the side of the door
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Ready for military war
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Numerous cats, niggas is uterus
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Who this, claimin' that he loking for Louis Rich
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Diamond a young king doing his thing
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Big safes out in Beijing
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Aqua green thing
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One connect had turned on him
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God, shit got realer than a fuck
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Crackers up state want him
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Marshalls came through the hood that night
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Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he copped flight
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Now he upstate baggin' niggas
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House and Air Maxs big ACs
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Won the Oscar award for crabbing niggas
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Now all y'all niggas get to laugh now
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Who got the last laugh now
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Hit his stash house
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Hook:
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It's called real life
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Y'all niggas betta see the light fast pa
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Real life, it don't cost nuttin' just to blast
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Real life, lay down son you won't last
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Real life
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Real life
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Real life
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Verse 2:
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February tenth day on a Wednesday
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It's like grimsday
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Russian hats rocking it the Benz way
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That day we got guns on us
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Jakes want us,
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Playin Einstein lenses and Auroras
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Little meek caught us
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Couple of francs, peep the blue Taurus
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What up tuck your chain they came for us
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Jumped out big nines and some hard bottles
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Eyes of hate finally meeting up wid the stakes
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It was who I thought it was
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2 pair of Clarks one pair of Lugz
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Wit the hardbottom nigga wid the snub
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Cocked it, where rock at, stop that
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Violate this cipher pa we'll definitely strike back
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All of us right there slight fear in our heart
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Blink we take it right there
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Doing our thing apart
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Broad jumped out tryin' to run shit
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Spoken loud words all we want is his head
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He did some dumb shit
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Beef from Miami now
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Damn yo big head Lance in some wild shit
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Noodles caught the stair down
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Now it came back to me yo
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Handle it wise and brutally yo
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Put down your tooly and talk like men
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No shots rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes
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Swiss cheese the thirty-G dorango
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Few weeks later son seem 'em all..
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I mean 'em all..
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Hook
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(Repeat x2)
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Real Life
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| Raekwon the Chef |
