Текст (слова) песни: Dj Muggs - Real Life

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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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Dj Muggs - Real Life 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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Real Life: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/16730.html Все тексты песен: Dj Muggs » Dj Muggs - Decisions decisions » Dj Muggs - Suckers Are Hiding » Dj Muggs - Real Life » Dj Muggs - New York Undercover » Dj Muggs - John 3:16 » Dj Muggs - It Could Happen to You » Dj Muggs - Heavy Weights » Dj Muggs - Devil In A Blue Dress » Dj Muggs - John 316 » Dj Muggs - Don`t Trip » Dj Muggs - John 3: 16 » Dj Muggs - Razor to Your Throat » Dj Muggs - When The Fat Lady Sings » Dj Muggs - You Better Believe It » Dj Muggs - Life Is Tragic » Dj Muggs - It Could Happen To You » Dj Muggs - New York Undercover » Dj Muggs - Move Ahead » Dj Muggs - Battle Of 2001 » Dj Muggs - Third World Рекомендуем скачать: » Филипп Киркоров - Давай помиримся » Фабрика звезд-5 - Felicita » Фабрика Звезд - Бедная девочка » Филипп Киркоров - Я твой король » Филипп Киркоров - Загляни в мои глаза » Ф.Киркоров - Пташечка » Фристайл - Скажи мне "Да" » Фристайл - Головокружение любви » Филипп Киркоров - Я не первый твой подснежник » Фабрика Звезд - Круто ты попал на TV » Филипп Киркоров - Небо и земля » Фидошные песни - А у тебя » Фактор2 - Ты прости меня » Филипп Киркоров - Твист, привет » Филипп Киркоров - Птица певчая » Федоров Виктор - Романс надежды » Филипп Киркоров - Виноват я, виноват » Филипп Киркоров - Ночной бал » Фристайл - Цветет калина » Феликс Даллада - Зачем я опять люблю...
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