Jayo Felony, Criminalz - The Real World lyrics

Survival of the real
My niggas they know the deal
How niggas be creepin up on
You like they wanna fill ya body with slugs
It ain't no love in this game of thugs
Push come to shove it's deeper than
Dubs in this game of drugs
Mean mugs cause they high
And turnt into habit's
Used to be ballin but now they
Just some dope fiend addicts
Mad at the world
Drunk with the engine revvin'
Broke with a 357 thinkin about a 211
Tryin to put capers on
Anybody with some paper
Followin niggas around that's rollin
In Escalades and Navigators
Picked the wrong one keep the
Dough it's goin' down
Found yo self face down foolies
All in yo crown lettin off rounds
Yellin stop but it's on square
Slugs flyin through the air
Brains flyin through yo hair
Grabbin on a chair with
That dead man's glare
While the Grim Reeper's there
Thinkin life ain't fair, uhh

Survival of the real
My niggas you know the deal
Welcome to the real world, niggas get killed!

Now came 6 deep and got put
6 feet in the ground
Niggas hungry? Well I'ma keep
Feedin 'em rounds
I gets medevil up on they ass
Desert eagle up on they ass
No sequals when I pass just
A memory from the past
Is what the fuck you gon' be duckin on me
Or just get you shot in the
Head in the face instead
So stand still and take each slug to
Ya chest through a mail lead
Cause we don't fuck around with
That return from the dead
The survival of the realest niggas
How long can you last?
You got 1 minute to pray the
Next second could be your ass
In the real world it ain't
Over 'til it's over
Niggas talkin about a squad
But you still lookin' over your shoulder
Hold a calico keep a
Arsenal please beleive it
Ready to clap in case of drama
Stayin' heated
I hold a blunt between my fuck
You and my trigger finger
Hit it hard and choke and
Let the smoke linger

The nigga wanna hear some G
Shit nigga and y'all should
The most talked about rhymer if
It's bad or good it's all hood
You wanna give me somethin then
Give me ya house
Cause you can keep your stank pussy
Bitch just give me your mouth
They get excited when we write it
Don't bite it nigga watch me light it
Thugs blind until we talkin bout
He won't bite it
Bitch we smoke big drugs with thugs
And fuck bitches on plush rugs
Even though this her nigga house, yea
But this is drugs
Cuz, so I skeeter it on purpose
Man your wife is worthless
The way she slirp dick the bitch
Need to be in the circus
Fuck a hoe keep it crackin'
I got deadlines to make
Albums and soundtracks I got
Headlines to make it's real simple
Study the amps with your lazy ass
I'll be in Baghdad somwhere
With my crazy ass
Be in cell keep pushin a strong line
We keep theses bitch ass hoes a long time