Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Life (feat. Krayzie Bone & Naughty By Nature), artist - Bizzy Bone. Album song The Best of Bone Brothers, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.07.2015
Record label: Real Talk Entertainment
Song language: English
Real Life (feat. Krayzie Bone & Naughty By Nature) |
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 |