Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reality Rap, artist - The Alchemist. Date of issue: 14.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Reality Rap |
| One hand wash the other, I never shit on my niggas |
| I roll with them niggas that be pulling them triggers |
| I rep the dead and the living |
| We the best that did it, expenses we spend it |
| Big faces explosive guns we smash out dunns |
| IM3 coming through make way what you wanna do |
| Choose the fifth or get popped with the fifth |
| Either way you got no ends, I represent QB |
| The biggest hood in the world, there’s too many of us |
| It’s too easy to get touched |
| Catch you at a show take your 'dro take your ice |
| Catch you on the island while you rocking on the mic |
| Senting kites from down south |
| Cut that nigga from head to his mouth |
| He violated in the streets |
| Fronted like he wanted beef |
| Now it’s a wrap, duke rather hang it up |
| We the mobb |
| We ain’t no gang but we bang niggas up |
| Besides rap I blaze niggas up |
| My ox shit, my mutton chops |
| Ice pick their guts never gon'(na) stop |
| All your mans is gonna watch |
| Free performance on the block |
| Meantime invest in rocks buy and sell stocks |
| Uno Dos is papi to connect |
| With my eyes on your neck |
| Your jewels extra large like stretch I’ll show you my strength |
| Fiends get their check on the first |
| Be gone by the second the third they come on stolen shit begging for seconds |
| I ain’t gon' lay for a second |
| Ain’t gon' wait for a second |
| If it’s any beef can get it |
| Uno Dos don’t forget it |
| I’m chum to menace exclusive |
| Honorable mention fuck with Knitty, G-O & Twin |
| Y’all some dead niggas |
| Hustle and rob |
| We Infamous Mobb nigga |
| That’s my word to god |
| We Infamous Mobb nigga |
| IM3's the squad |
| Infamous mobb and we won’t stop 'til your head goes pop |
| We them original mobb men |
| Get lead lodged in |
| We them marksmen you hate |
| Them thug niggas you love |
| Find me in my neighborhood pub I’m yacked up bent |
| Crushing haze and hash until I’m content |
| I’m a hood nigga for life, it ain’t no changing |
| I’m so damn dangerous, you want I’ll make you famous |
| Take cover when I aim this pistol I’m bucking to hit you |
| My 41st team all pro official |
| Nigga I’ll kiss you then kill you |
| No CO-D's just me then beat that body cause you ain’t nobody |
| Been on these cold ass streets living off juice and naughty sleep |
| You’ll be six feet under this concrete |
| You and that metal cut them corners you ghetto’s left desserted |
| My origins the projects rebels, steps and murders |
| My name is the logic connect and vets and burners |
| If I bang them thanks on this cannon, bet you earned it |
| Pop up in your zip code aim while I’m loading |
| Shit and I can let this clip go in the name of this Omen |
| Leave him holding with my clip grow |
| Raised on his blowing |
| Like times in this life of crime, ways never knowing |
| Contact and touch your body |
| Trust me I’ll be up in that black van no plates rusty shotty |
| Cause cliques want no drama |
| With cliques that hold armor |
| Blitz approach drama from strips to Osama |
| Hustle and rob |
| We Infamous Mobb nigga |
| That’s my word to god |
| We Infamous Mobb nigga |
| IM3's the squad |
| Infamous mobb and we won’t stop 'til your head goes pop |
| It’s a potent mixture |
| Crime fam over infamous beats |
| Don’t get it twisted dunn I spit for the streets |
| All the baseheads and dope fiends |
| Little one’s that was sold dreams |
| Gungs with no cribs, dunns with long bids |
| I spit facts of life, and clap at mics |
| Turn boosts to crime scenes, who’s tougher than my team |
| Noone and Kaos ain’t scared of no gun |
| I look it eye to eye the dot is ready to die |
| If you ain’t back up, cause the mobb will have you wrapped up |
| Moms crib clapped up dare a nigga to act up |
| I done hit the streets with bricks, and get back chips |
| Now I breathe hits on tracks to shut down cliques |
| It’s deeper than sipping on liqs, and puffing on splifs |
| You might end up sipping on this chrome four-fifth |
| Niggas sleep in the hood, get clipped in the hood |
| And Papi come spitting it good |
| Don’t end up rest in wood |
| We got four pound chest naked running through the block |
| When it’s on who really gives a fuck about the cops |
| When a nigga owe you knots he bound to get drop |
| Moms crying cause her little son got shot |
| How come… He owe me a little cake |
| And the next nigga that pump for me won’t do the same thing |
| We think long range to get those big ass chains |
| Big ass cars, gripping those movie stars |
| Who we are… IM3 reppin' to the death |
| And you’ll never catch a nigga like me wearing a vest |
| Only toting a tech ready to wet the whole set |
| Ready to wet the whole set |
| Cutting your neck, beating you in your head 'til your dead |
| Hustle and rob |
| We Infamous Mobb nigga |
| That’s my word to god |
| We Infamous Mobb nigga |
| IM3's the squad |
| Infamous mobb and we won’t stop 'til your head goes pop |