Fes Taylor - Really Real lyrics

[Intro: Carlton Fisk] Aiyo, INS, yo, these n***as talking real stupid, again n***a, you know what it is, n***a How you gonna stop the real, n***a? It's impossible n***a, f** is wrong with you n***as, is you stupid or something, let's go [Carlton Fisk] 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 f*ggot n***as 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 f*ggot n***as, 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 [Fes Taylor] Real sh**, 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 b**hes love me, I live like a swinger too n***as 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 n***as You running with rappers, I get money with street n***as I put fire to leech n***as, 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 a** 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 [Hook 2X: sample] I'm the real real... I'm the real real... I'm the real real... I'm the real real... [Inspectah Deck] 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 n***as 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 [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] 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 Cuz 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? [Hook 2X] [Outro: Inspectah Deck] You gots to be kidding my n***as, I worked too hard Fought too long, I'm standing on my own two