Real Life - Bone Brothers, Jay-Z

Bone Thug Nature, Naughty By Harmony.

yeah!

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 say we gonna get our money, Bone Bone Bone Bone

We been wheelin and dealin all our lives

Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ

I see the light through Little Layzie’s eyes, hope he can see 'em in mine

This money gon' make me crazy, this money gon' make me crazy baby

(Hard time hustlin)

We been wheelin and dealin all our lives

Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ

I see the light in Little Bizzy’s eyes, hope he can see 'em 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?

I’m tired of feelin this pain, game gon' recognize game

And any nigga that really ain’t feelin me

Is the epitome of what I be doin, these niggas is slippery

If it’s the history let it repeat itself

Treat yo’self, don’t cheat yo’self

To a life live long, watch yo' health

Better yo’self and take care of yo’self

Tell 'em to suck on these nuts

Money don’t grow on trees, what

Killas will stop and squeeze, bust

Funny how shit don’t ease up

Strapped with the heat, live in the streets

I gotta go get it whatever we need

My wife and my seeds dependin on me

I’m tryin to be, the best I can be

Talk about life, I won’t get it twice

Makin this money for me and my wife

Niggas is wantin to shut me dowwwwn

What about the kids, the kids, the kids is straight

Watch out my nigga we dominate

Make it to where you can’t concentrate

Releasin it through when we bomb on hate

Real life comin at ya, real life shit can happen

Real life talkin to ya — now holla at me!

We been wheelin and dealin all our lives

Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ

I see the light through Little Layzie’s eyes, hope he can see 'em in mine

This money gon' make me crazy, this money gon' make me crazy baby

(Hard time hustlin)

We been wheelin and dealin all our lives

Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ

I see the light in Trigga Treach’s eyes, hope he can see 'em 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 dollars a dollars happen to happen to fall

It’ll be a click-plow click-plow, hunana, BRICK-BRACK to alla y’all

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, can’t smell the shit that you’re in

I wanna save all the chil’ren but I’m pissed like urine

Whether it’s telegraphic, tell a spy, tell a lie

Tell the feds the revolution this time will be televised

I keep it funky, fuck ya hustler wit a musty hustler

That’s why my O.G.'s we be hangin out like rusty mothers

Don-dotta-dolla, found a ground and not a nine-to-fiver

I love you who don’t want no more of that baby mama drama

Haters call me, I hated all who try me, yeah!

Whether you’re bald or you’re braided

Parts them hustlas can NEVER fade it, c’mon

This life I’m livin got me ill, it’s livin like every day

I’m spendin my time preventin my mind from flippin and goin insane

And now that we comin up in these last days

We’re livin the fast lane, it’s only contributin to my bad ways

This ain’t even my life, cause I was supposed to be livin forever

Right here in the flesh and not up in heaven

Cause I know God gon' make it better

We runnin around chasin this paper like that’s gon' save us

We so caught up in tryin to get famous, it’s a shame but, can you blame us?

Cause, takin in all of these hard times keep on blindin all mine

Why we don’t wanna be like God, but shoot for the stars in the sky

Nigga determined to get rich, I’m afraid gon' lose they blessings

So the question is — you wanna stay alive, or try to be wealthy?

But nah

What is you talkin about?

Look at these motherfuckers in the streets, walkin around

Assed out, scared of the winter in another abandoned house

They don’t know nothin 'bout random outs, see 'em my pitiful hand’s 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

It’s touchin everybody, includin the news and the rappin

Why would I babble and wouldn’t 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 can’t turn me down like that, I’m 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, y’all better read the Bible cause

Y’all better know who wrote the scriptures, y’all better protect your souls

Now the Bone is finally focused, pay attention to real talkin

7th Sign, Mo Thug, Thugline, still shinin on 'em

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