Reality

Lyrics

[Zwrotka 1: Havoc] Pay the bitches that's brighter than a lighter That you stole from a nigga, that you asks for the lighter Or darker than the darkest souls searching for that procotol In a room full of wolves, with the same as it goes We all reachin' for the top, everybody wanna spot Everybody wanna shine, niggas screamin' why not Reppin' my block to the casket Don't ask questions, don't wanna be asked Move out, wanna move, beat of my own drum To my own, nobody reppin' me like Nissan Each one, teach one, that shit out the window now Look for the weakling, that's gonna slow you down Spinning like a one flat tire, I'mma still go Nothin' 'bout me fake, always keep it on the real dough Niggas know the name, screamin' loud, ain't a thing change Keep fuck around, put the hammer to your rib cage [Zwrotka 2: Big Noyd] I don't play on them streets, walk around with a snub I murk some, hurt somebody, because Nothing fazing me, you crazy, I have you eatin' blood I come back with two and make you feel the slug Reach for your gun, get your body where you stand Don't let the man gas you up, nigga get blammed I don't play with the Muller, I put it right between your eyes Nigga the Ruger, I cut back and squeeze Until the clip is empty, I leave yo' ass six feet deep Nigga dont tempt me, I stray 'cause I used to move weight I'm fucking street hustler, nigga prowise, nigging all night, nigga Making dough is all I know, I was told to stack chips Keep it tight, lit, fuck police, g's never snitch Dressin' on black at night, camouflage Creep through the streets, pulling strings like guitars Niggas get robbed, they ain't 'bout that life And their records don't sell, 'cause they not that nice Think twice if you're contemplating flexin' on me That's sweet, you know I keep 'em texts on me, nigga [Zwrotka 3: Nizioł] Spragniony chce wody, tonący nawet brzytwę W walce o dobrobyt skory nawet z gardła wydrze Na wybujałym ego, ślepy nie zna granic Nie pytaj dlaczego ma zakadowane ranić W ciemnym zakamarku czai się zło wszelakie Zwykle po pijaku wyjdzie, że to nie przyjaciel Kobieta wystawi nieraz na ciężką próbę Testuje cierpliwość, licho zajdzie ci za skórę Zazwyczaj różnica gołym okiem jest widoczna Bywa, że nie świta, z cicha ukaże całokszałt Z boku lepiej widać, można się zapomnieć W życiu byś nie pomyślał, że to prawda w oczy kole Na pięciu życzliwych ze trzech nie do końca Rozerwana klisza, sfałszowany kontakt Czasem mało słońca, tak zwane reality Myślimy podobnie, Nizioł i Mobb Deep'y