Mister KA - Real Life lyrics

[King Lil G] Alright I'ma Tell You One Time Which One Of You Muthaf**ers Like Talking To The Cops You Don't Tell Me I'ma Shoot Your Homeboy No? (Gun Shot) [Verse 1] Fist Off f** Your Hood And The Click You Claim South Side Double 9 Coming Quick With Game This Is Real Life sh** I Don't Need To Tell 'Em Stories f** All You Muthaf**as Snitching On My Boy Morres The Worst Thing In Life Is A Man Being A Snitch Ochoa Need To Get Smacked For Being A b**h If You Don't Like It Come On Let's Get It Crackin' End Up On Fox 11 Stabbed Up & Blasted Never Mind Cause You Probably Gonna Go & Tell When This Song Drops I'm Probably Gonna Go To Jail A Real Gangsta I Don't Give A Mad f** Cleaning Out The 4-5 Putting On My Black Gloves Organized Like Cartels Up In Mexico Give My Homies Money Go & Get Ernesto Tie His Ass Up And Bring His Ass in Get The Alcohol Throw It On His Eye Lids [Chorus] This Is Real Life This Is What It Is I Don't Think You Wanna Know Who You f**ing With Its Maniaco In The House Its Double 9 In The House This Is Real Life This Is What It Is I Don't Think You Wanna Know Who You f**ing With Its Maniaco In The House Its Double 9 In The House [Verse 2] Murder, Murder Murder I'm A Murdera The Tiny Devils Control In My Area Keep Rollin' Rollin' In The Low Lows Shout Out To All The Real Maniacos Coolio, Pinkie & The Homie Johnny La-Di-Da-Di The Life Of A Gangsta Party Bucanas 18 Is All I'm f**ing With At Rodeo Bumpin' Pedro Y Manuel My Homies Stay Drinking Sniffing Lines Of Coke Smoking California Kush Trying Not To Choke To The Compadre Pete And My Homie Peewee All You Snitch Muthaf**as Ain't Trying To See Me Real Soldiers Ride With The Real Soldiers I Have Homies In The F.B.I.'s Most Wanted Making Money Dog That's My Only Destiny Love To The Homies In The Streets & Penitentiaries [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm A Muthaf**ing Boss You Need To Ask About Me You Need To Be Connected If You Wanna Come Around Me I Know Some k**as In The Hood That Owe Me A Favor They'll Be Knocking At Your Door For Being A Traitor When The Money Came You Was Cool As f** But When The Cops Came That's When You Spoke Up And You Broke Down Like A Little b**h Fidel Got A Lot Of Nerve You Lil f**ing Snitch Dedicated To The Enemies Only Its A Shame For You To Say That You Was Ever My Homie You The Type To Go To Jail And Get Shanked Up Let's Separate All The f*gs From The Gangstas What Up To Downer What Up To Preacher What Up To Buzzard And All The Streeters They Can't Join Us And They Can't Beat Us Always On The Look 9 Millimeters [Chorus] [King Lil G] We Make Muthaf**ers Get Paranoid Make Muthaf**ers Look Both Ways When They Cross The Street I Ain't f**in' With 'Em *Laughs* Yeah Lil G Muthaf**en Maniaco You Better Know The Muthaf**en Name Of The Game Yeah.. What Up To Muthaf**en Rooster My Homeboy Gabriel In The Muthaf**en House Roolez Ha-Ha Junior You Know The Muthaf**en Deal Brother Less Yeah.. Rest In Peace Chapparo True Soldiers Never Die I'm A Little Muthaf**er With A Big Ass Mouth With A Big Ass Gun Too Maniaco They Don't Want It With Us Sucios In The Muthaf**en House *Laughs* And We Still f**ing Hoes Too Your Baby's Mamas Your Baby's Mama's Sister's Mamas *Laughs* I'm A Bad Mutherf**er f** You