Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Real Life , by - JAY WORTHY. Song from the album Aktive, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: GDF
Song language: English
Real Life |
| Bone Thug Nature, Naughty by Harmony |
| Forgive them father for they know not what they doin |
| Treach in the motherfuckin house |
| It’s time to hit em with the real shit, |
| Like Mo’Thug, we fenna get our money bone bone bone bone |
| We been wheelin n dealin all our lives, |
| Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ |
| I see the light through little Layzie’s eyes, |
| Hope he can see him in mine, |
| This money gon make me crazy, this money gon make me crazy baby (hard time |
| hustlin). |
| We been wheelin n dealin all our lives, |
| Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ |
| I see the light in little Bizzy’s eyes, |
| Hope he can see him in mine, |
| Money gon make me crazy, money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin). |
| Woke up this mornin with my eyes wide, |
| Feelin the pressure of livin today now why should i try? |
| Im tired of feelin this pain, game gon recognize game, |
| And any nigga that really aint feelin me |
| Is the epitome of what I be doin these niggas is slippery, |
| If its the history let it repeat itself, |
| Treat yourself dont cheat yourself, |
| To a life live long, watch your health, better yourself and take care of |
| yourself |
| Tell em to suck on these nuts, money dont grow on trees what |
| Killas will stop and squeeze bust, |
| Funny how shit dont ease up |
| Strapped with the heat, live in the streets |
| I gotta go get it, whatever we need |
| My wife and my seed dependin on me |
| Im tryin to be the best I can be |
| Talk about life, I wont get it twice |
| Makin this money for me and my wife, |
| Niggas is wantin to shut me down |
| What about the kids the kids the kids is great |
| Watch out my nigga we dominate |
| Make it to where you cant concentrate |
| Releasing it through when we bomb on hate |
| Real life comin atcha, real life shit can happen, real life talkin to ya, |
| Now holla at me. |
| We been wheelin n dealin all our lives, |
| Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ |
| I see the light through little Layzie’s eyes |
| Hope he can see him in mine, |
| This money gon make me crazy, this money gon make me crazy baby (hard time |
| hustlin). |
| We been wheelin n dealin all our lives, |
| Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ |
| I see the light in Trigga Treach’s eyes, |
| Hope he can see him in mine |
| Money gon make me crazy, money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin). |
| Twenty to twenty to bottles of bottles of beer on the beer on the wall |
| A twenty to twenty to twenty to bottles of bottles of beer, |
| And if the one of the one of the dollas a dollas happen to happen to fall |
| It’ll be a plick plow plick plow, hunana brick brack to alla yall |
| I got my chrome protect my dome plus my mask and my mic |
| I got my own version called the Ghetto Passion of Christ |
| Niggas feel theyself too much cant smell the shit that youre in |
| I wanna save all the children but Im pissed like urine |
| With these telegraphic, tell a spy, tell a lie |
| Tell the feds the revolution this time will be televised |
| I keep it funky fuck ya hustla wit a musty hussa |
| Thats why my O-Gs we be hangin out like rusty mothas |
| Don dotta dolla found a ground and not a nine-to-five-a |
| I love you who dont want no more of that baby mamma drama |
| Haters call me, I hated all who try me yea, |
| Whether youre bald or youre braided parts |
| Them hustlas can never fade it, come on |
| This life Im livin got me ill its livin like everyday |
| Im spendin my time preventin my mind from flippin and goin insane |
| And now that we comin up on these last days, we’re livin the fast lane |
| Its only contributing to my bad ways |
| This aint even my life, cuz I was supposed to be livin forever |
| Right here in the flesh and not up in heaven cuz I know God gon make it better. |
| We runnin around chasin this paper like thats gon save us |
| We so caught up in tryin to be famous, |
| Its a shame but can you blame us? |
| cuz |
| Takin in all of these hard times keep me blind and on mine |
| Why we dont wanna be like God, but shoot for the stars in the sky |
| Nigga determined to get rich, Im afraid gon lose they blessings |
| So the question is: you wanna stay alive, or tryin to be wealthy? |
| but nah |
| What is you talkin about? |
| Look at these motherfuckas in the streets, walkin around, assed out |
| Scared of the winter in another abandoned house |
| They dont know nothin about random outs |
| See em my pitiful hand is out |
| Baby girl was ran down |
| Harmony harmony stand down |
| Sound off Bone takin the Beverly Hills and round off |
| Ante up, rubber bands, quicker than you can get an ounce off uh |
| Back to the real world where the murderin happens. |
| Its touchin everbody, including the news and the rapping |
| Why would I babble and wouldnt nobody blastin |
| Everybody would only be spittin out metaphors put it on Jesse Jackson |
| And you can just ask him the rappin is real |
| And you cant turn me down like that Im still your child (put it on) |
| Pac too I got as much Pac in me as you got in you. |
| Give em the game, break it down, yall better read the Bible cause |
| Yall better know who wrote the scriptures, yall better protect your souls |
| Now the Bone is finally focused, |
| Pay attention to real talkin |
| 7th Sign, Mo Thug, Thug Line still shinin on em |