Raekwon The Chef - Real Life lyrics

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