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Raekwon - Real Ain't Real lyrics
(feat. Polite)
[Hook x2: Raekwon]
 Do you know where you going to?
 Do you like the things that Lex serving you? But Lex'll murder you
 [Raekwon:]
 A truck Acura, crazy, heavy tuck style, Dutch style
 All my niggaz look rich, all the bitches fuck loud
 Seeing a Benz and look sizzling, don't let it rain, daddy
 That's when the reds get more busy
 Hyper and shooting at snipers, bloodbaths, some, they laugh
 Gleaming in some luxury labs, all the wally down, flicks we flash
 Grabbing bitches blowing in whips, every blessing, flip up flags
 I put that on my wallet, I'm great, kid with the Purple Tape
 Claim names, the Louis Lex Diamonds and the makes
 All the bank robbing niggaz pump aids, jewelry glass
 Commission the mass, to stop the record, pa, switch plates, yo
 Real niggaz get big, fake niggaz get hit
 Talk about bitches won't come to your shit
 I'm throwing on balley's, laying in denalli's
 On my way to Cali, fuck niggaz I respect, gun playing the slip
 [Chorus: Polite]
 Real ain't real no more, yo these niggaz is fake
 Ever stared in the eyes of a snake?
 To all my real niggaz keeping it street, fuck running your mouthRaekwon - Real Ain't Real - http://motolyrics.com/raekwon/real-aint-real-lyrics.html
 If it's war, then we talk the heat
 Hitting off, leaving bastards dead, watch his body collapse
 And push his brains to the back of his head
 And y'all niggaz gon' respect the God, and the word of the streets
 You niggaz wanna see Lex go hard
 [Raekwon:]
 I sing liver than the Ten', sitting in the V, choking my hat down
 Everybody fly, folding bricks
 Once my niggaz get on, it's on, I'm popping niggaz off top
 This is my yacht, stay the fuck off
 Ya'll ran with the Cuban, started changing names, nigga listen
 I started it, you need to just pass me the chain
 Don't give me that "I respect your work" bullshit
 I shot the same game, shot niggaz in planes and stole niggaz wizzes
 Yo, that's my ninjas, catching bodies a hobby
 Sit back, doola hits, more, listen
 Twisting, wrist glisten, slang lord, handle my position
 Is to sit back, and kill all fake niggaz
 And I sware my ear is the rear version
 Don't got time to kill on every track, fuck rap, change the wheel
 Kneel behind 'burbans, and burst one knee, this is me
 All the kid ever wanted was more burners
[Chorus]
[Hook x2]









