Criminalz - The Real World lyrics

[Verse One: Spice 1] Survival of the real, my n***as they know the deal How n***as be creepin up on you like they wanna fill Ya body with slugs, it ain't no love in this game of thugs Push come to shove it's deeper than dubs in this game of d** Mean mugs cause they high and turnt into habits Used to be ballin but now they just some dope fiend addicts Mad at the world, drunk with the engine revvin' Broke with a 357 thinkin about a 211 Tryin to put capers on anybody with some paper Followin n***as around that's rollin in Escalades and Navigators Picked the wrong one keep the dough it's goin' down Found yo self face down foolies all in yo crown Lettin off rounds, yellin stop but it's on square Slugs flyin through the air, brains flyin through yo hair Grabbin on a chair with that dead man's glare While the Grim Reeper's there thinkin life ain't fair, uhh [Chorus] - repeat 4X Survival of the real, my n***as you know the deal Welcome to the real world, n***as get k**ed! [Verse Two: Jayo Felony] Now came 6 deep and got put 6 feet in the ground n***as hungry? Well I'ma keep feedin 'em rounds I gets medevil up on they a**, desert eagle up on they a** No sequals when I pa** just a memory from the past Is what the f** you gon' be duckin on me Or just get you shot in the head in the face instead So stand still and take each slug to ya chest through a mail lead Cause we don't f** around with that return from the dead The survival of the realest n***as how long can you last? You got 1 minute to pray the next second could be your a** In the real world it ain't over 'til it's over n***as talkin about a squad, but you still lookin' over your shoulder Hold a calico keep a arsenal please beleive it Ready to clap in case of drama, stayin' heated I hold a blunt between my f** you and my trigger finger Hit it hard and choke and let the smoke linger [Chorus] - repeated 4x [Verse Three: Celly Cel] The n***a wanna hear some G sh** n***a and y'all should The most talked about rhymer if it's bad or good It's all hood, you wanna give me somethin then give me ya house Cause you can keep your stank p**y b**h just give me your mouth They get excited when we write it, don't bite it n***a watch me light it Thugs blind until we talkin bout he won't bite it b**h we smoke big d** with thugs and f** b**hes on plush rugs Even though this her n***a house, yea, but this is d** Cuz, so I skeeter it on purpose, man your wife is worthless The way she slirp dick the b**h need to be in the circus f** a hoe keep it crackin' I got deadlines to make Albums and soundtracks I got headlines to make It's real simple, study the amps with your lazy a** I'll be in Baghdad somwhere with my crazy a** Be in cell keep pushin a strong line We keep theses b**h a** hoes a long time [Chorus] - repeated 8x