Real Life

Alright I'ma tell you one time

Which one of you muthafuckers

Like talking to the cops

You don't tell me I'ma shoot your homeboy

No?

Fist off fuck your hood

And the click you claim

South side double 9

Coming quick with game

This is real life shit

I don't need to tell 'em stories

Fuck all you muthafuckas

Snitching on my boy morres

The worst thing in life

Is a man being a snitch

Ochoa need to get smacked for being a bitch

If you don't like it

Come on let's get it crackin'

End up on fox 11

Stabbed up & blasted

Never mind

Cause you probably gonna go & tell

When this song drops

I'm probably gonna go to jail

A real gangsta

I don't give a mad fuck

Cleaning out the 4-5

Putting on my black gloves

Organized like cartels

Up in mexico

Give my homies money

Go & get ernesto

Tie his ass up

And bring his ass in

Get the alcohol

Throw it on his eye lids

This is real life

This is what it is

I don't think you wanna know

Who you fucking with

Its maniaco in the house

Its double 9 in the house

This is real life

This is what it is

I don't think you wanna know

Who you fucking with

Its maniaco in the house

Its double 9 in the house

Murder, murder

Murder I'm a murdera

The tiny devils control in my area

Keep rollin'

Rollin' in the low lows

Shout out to all the real maniacos

Coolio, pinkie & the homie johnny

La-di-da-di

The life of a gangsta party

Bucanas 18 is all I'm fucking with

At rodeo bumpin' pedro y manuel

My homies stay drinking

Sniffing lines of coke

Smoking california kush

Trying not to choke

To the compadre pete

And my homie peewee

All you snitch muthafuckas

Ain't trying to see me

Real soldiers

Ride with the real soldiers

I have homies in the f.b.i.'s most wanted

Making money dog

That's my only destiny

Love to the homies in the streets & penitentiaries

This is real life

This is what it is

I don't think you wanna know

Who you fucking with

Its maniaco in the house

Its double 9 in the house

This is real life

This is what it is

I don't think you wanna know

Who you fucking with

Its maniaco in the house

Its double 9 in the house

I'm a muthafucking boss

You need to ask about me

You need to be connected

If you wanna come around me

I know some killas in the hood

That owe me a favor

They'll be knocking at your door

For being a traitor

When the money came

You was cool as fuck

But when the cops came

That's when you spoke up

And you broke down

Like a little bitch

Fidel got a lot of nerve

You lil fucking snitch

Dedicated to the enemies only

Its a shame for you to say

That you was ever my homie

You the type to go to jail

And get shanked up

Let's separate all the fags from the gangstas

What up to downer

What up to preacher

What up to buzzard

And all the streeters

They can't join us

And they can't beat us

Always on the look

9 millimeters

This is real life

This is what it is

I don't think you wanna know

Who you fucking with

Its maniaco in the house

Its double 9 in the house

This is real life

This is what it is

I don't think you wanna know

Who you fucking with

Its maniaco in the house

Its double 9 in the house

We make muthafuckers get paranoid

Make muthafuckers look both ways

When they cross the street

I ain't fuckin' with 'em

yeah

Lil g muthafucken maniaco

You better know the muthafucken name of the game

Yeah..

What up to muthafucken rooster

My homeboy gabriel in the muthafucken house

Roolez ha-ha junior you know the muthafucken deal

Brother less yeah

Rest in peace chapparo

True soldiers never die

I'm a little muthafucker with a big ass mouth

With a big ass gun too

Maniaco they don't want it with us

Sucios in the muthafucken house

and we still fucking hoes too

Your baby's mamas

Your baby's mama's sister's mamas

I'm a bad mutherfucker fuck you