Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Iz Real, artist - Busta Rhymes. Date of issue: 11.01.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Real Iz Real |
| Mother fuck this industry |
| God bless my enemies |
| Too many lame niggas try’na speak |
| Till they find a beat, it don’t bother me |
| But um |
| Any nigga can’t rap, get him out ASAP |
| Talkin' about their trappin' again |
| Hopped in the booth |
| I’ve been the truth |
| Got proof |
| Guess who was the popular kid? |
| Ya it’s me in a drop top with a Glock out |
| Pop shots in the back of your head |
| Aimin' at your esophagus |
| Don’t count on survivin' the lead |
| See I’m so pissed off to the litter |
| Like a flow with the riddle |
| Let her ass cheek giggle |
| Ima dog and I’m all in the middle |
| Fuck her, ran her, got balls all in ‘em |
| What?! |
| Damn ma' can’t call up a nigga |
| Bust that real fast for all of my niggas? |
| Gotta man? |
| Well it’s fuck that nigga |
| I’m good anywhere like I’m SunPassin' ‘em |
| God damn my flow so amazin' |
| Ask renegades, they can quote that statement |
| Your bitch wanna have my babies |
| Nigga fuck you, pay me |
| Ok it’s money over them bitches |
| Coffins go to them snitches |
| Talkin' outta your ass |
| You’re gonna need a little more than them stitches |
| Shit done got real, shit done got real |
| Shit done got real, shit done got real |
| Any given day you could be victimized |
| Just pray and hope one day you see them heavenly skies |
| Shit done got real, shit done got real |
| Shit done got real, shit done got real |
| I don’t really think you niggas get it |
| Ima decorate your face kind’a like an upholstery nigga |
| It’s getting' kind’a real up in this motherfucker |
| I don’t think you really even should approach me nigga |
| Lay down motherfucker you ain’t heard what I said |
| Why you try’na play me closely nigga? |
| And now you wanna talk? |
| I’m already about to die while you stranglin' and really try’na choke me nigga |
| Tell a nigga that I cut a nigga till you see the white meat |
| But I don’t really eat poultry nigga |
| Fuck it, it don’t matter anyways |
| Cause you know you’re about to lay up in a box kind’a cozy nigga |
| Look |
| It be gettin' kind’a bafflin' to me |
| When a dude be actin' like he know me nigga |
| And then I had to let it go |
| A couple of friendly reminders |
| sink it in your meat slowly nigga |
| Hit a nigga for their shit |
| Make a nigga strip down, bare |
| Yogi nigga |
| I know it’s unbelievable |
| Well bitch, ya betta believe it |
| that know me nigga |
| Beat him like the boy owe me nigga |
| If you watch, like a ceremony nigga |
| And when I’m finished with him |
| Go and get his little bitch |
| Let her blow me nigga |
| I wanna cry for you friend |
| you’ve got so much to lose |
| Problem is that I’m the one to show you the truth |
| And talk about you when a nigga get in the booth |
| You niggas betta know the deal when I come through |
| Better learn or you gonna |
| Shit done got real |
| Shit done got real |
| Shit done got real, Yela got a deal |
| Shit done got real, Yela got a deal |
| Hold up, wait a, minute |
| Did you say my name, and offer me to |
| Drive up in this motherfucker |
| Park it like a Buick Regal? |
| You in need of, usin' needles |
| Feel like you wanna shoot up this dope |
| Well let me swerve in, like syringe |
| To the veins of the game with another unique quote |
| You need a boat |
| You’ve done got deep |
| I’m so dirty, you need the soap |
| You need the hope |
| And a wish ain’t nothin' like the real thing bitch |
| Say you need to cope |
| White bread, white bread |
| You need a loaf? |
| Spread butter on it |
| Dead my opponents with the lead |
| Yeah I’m goin' |
| Where am I goin'? |
| Could it be that Eminem only knows?! |
| When a synonym chops with a syllable, I’m incomparable |
| It’s kinda like I’m on a rollercoaster with a Motorola talking to the world in |
| a barrel roll |
| Hella cold |
| Flow done put my family in better clothes |
| Extra vegetables, on a plate, and steak right next to those |
| I got to get it buddy |
| And if it’s dirty and wet |
| I’ll get it muddy |
| Fuck clean kicks |
| I done walked through green shit |
| And I did it public |
| So when I wipe my shoes on hip hop’s welcome mat |
| And I leave a stain |
| Paybacks a bitch |
| That’s my way of sayin' |
| Keep the change |