Real Life

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli] 2002, that was a good year [?] make the hood clear You keep fronting, while my rhymes stay sharpper than barber shop [?] keep streets buzzin I'm always cutting something, [?] [?] nothing is real These rappers complain bout how they stuck in they deal Ain't no excuse if they not giving the people something to feel People [?] these rappers is faking [?] what you niggas waiting for? The DJ [?] [?] opening [?] bottles [?] Kweli and 40, [?] You stand up and clap, or do you sit in your seat? I'm a revelutionary, hustler, you just a costumer You looking for fame, [?] [?] you lame, [?] nobody give a fuck what you say You scared to come outside, but your girl like to be fucked in the rain It ain't the chain, it ain't the truck, it's the game [?] they say Kweli coming through These other niggas hot for a second, they respect what I do In the party we can get it twisted too, don't make me hve to get it You better shake your ass, and watch yourself, like your name was Mystical [Chorus: Talib Kweli & E-40] Kweli and 40 did a song together In real life All my goons, we strong together That's real talk You see the game and the way that I walk From the Bay all the way to New York 40 and Kweli did a song together In real life All my hustlers stay strong together That's real talk You hear the slang and the spit that I talk From the Yay all the way to New York [Verse 2: E-40] Gitty up gitty up, watch me turn [?] plenty of bread Some of the things that I be talking bout be going over they heads Back in the game like [?] [?] get more pages than Harry Potter's [?] [?] in the trunk Snake talking, knock it raw without even throwing a punch I get all sprung like a slinky spring easily I do my thing, it's game involved [?] previously Swing my way, Imma say this [?] [?] a song that was written by Smokey Robinson Something just to keep your head bobbling, till I'm done Sick with it, skip to my lu, like M 1 I ain't even trippin off the [?] economy Man I'm in the realest place [?] [?] that's my sign When I'm dead and gone, ya'll gonna say that boy was ahead of his time All the time intoxicated, writing a riddle It's [?] my scribbles [Chorus: Talib Kweli & E-40] Kweli and 40 did a song together In real life All my goons, we strong together That's real talk You see the game and the way that I walk From the Bay all the way to New York 40 and Kweli did a song together In real life All my hustlers stay strong together That's real talk You hear the slang and the spit that I talk From the Yay all the way to New York