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This is real life, I'm from the streets
This is real life, I pack the heat
This is real life, I smoke the weed
This is real life, God bless my seeds
This is real life, I'm from the streets
This is real life, I pack the heat
This is real life, I smoke the weed
This is real life, God bless my seeds
I tour worldwide, sippin' Hennessy straight
In and out of mom and pops to find the breaks the whole way
It started back in '87, everybody could see
The illest hip-hopper I was born to be
I guess mom, pop, dukes got tired of my lies
Comin' home only twelve with the red and survive
So they decided to flip it, one G to two techniques
Now I speak through circuitry, waveforms with no peeps
Plus I hang with the freaks
Cool niggas and fine women, pullin' off the tight denim
I love when I'm in 'em, and so do they
But back to the subject at hand
Splinter house parties, four-twenty, now it's in less than a grand
I started out a DJ, then became a producer
Determined to make hip-hop what it used to
Now who the man ridin' this track for a fee?
Or did I flip it only wishin' an MC was in me?
This is real life, I'm from the streets
This is real life, I pack the heat
This is real life, I smoke the weed
This is real life, God bless my seeds
This is real life, I'm from the streets
This is real life, I pack the heat
This is real life, I smoke the weed
This is real life, God bless my seeds
Yo, who's your mammy, your daddy?
That energy in the alley, that structure that you need
That book you can't read
When it comes to droppin' G's, it gets done with ease
Pick up my brunch and little pleas is rock K leaves
Your peeps need to freeze their insecurities
And folk needs to freeze and just let shit be
But fuck bein' froze 'cause it's 'bout to be on
And fuck bein' broke 'cause it's time to be on, on
I'm pushin' on, pushin' this pen, pushin' this product
The pusher man, puttin' work in
Lights out, it's over when shit comin' in
And when push comes to shove, you know how it's goin'
Goin' down like them acts that be knowin', showin' jack
Clown cat in a hat with his towel flat
You know I'm chill way in the back of the 'Lac
Where the dust be at while we smokin' like Joe
And they still on them jacks
This is real life, I'm from the streets
This is real life, I pack the heat
This is real life, I smoke the weed
This is real life, God bless my seeds
This is real life, I'm from the streets
This is real life, I pack the heat
This is real life, I smoke the weed
This is real life, God bless my seeds
It's like a closed book before you read the openin' page
Or like a new pump before you spit the shell from a gauge
Paid, fitted Atlanta Braves, rockin' doobie over the waves
My mind was infested with criminal ways
Slaves, extortion, collectin' George Bush proportion
Money in coffins, bosses meetin' at glass tables
Discussin' how to stack Pringles
Corny rappers push commercial singles
Ladies jingle, mingle with gangsters
Masses of multiplyin' paper leaves
Major armor truck papers haters
Straight up, we push big things, we rock big chains
My pinky icy, call me Lord of the Rings
Bling shadow your thought process
Blurry your vision when the light reflect
My mental explodin', sprayin' like semi-techs
Technical foul, Rasheed Wallace jersey Pistons on wild
My money and pals, my profile
This is real life, I'm from the streets
This is real life, I pack the heat
This is real life, I smoke the weed
This is real life, God bless my seeds
This is real life, I'm from the streets
This is real life, I pack the heat
This is real life, I smoke the weed
This is real life, God bless my seeds
This is real life, I'm from the streets
This is real life, I pack the heat
This is real life, I smoke the weed
This is real life, God bless my seeds