Everything Is Real

Alka Seltzer in this motherfucker
I gotta take shit ay there go my book i
Been looking for this book

What, What yea

I ain't seen as much death
Nor seen as much crime
Since the blackout in Queensbridge in 79'
Everybodies a killer now pimps, playas
And dons shorties on the block
Push drops and carry on
Niggas look through our window
Where ever we drove through the tint
To see if the Benz is matching the clothes
We the Queens Kings
I used to view the cats that I owe see things
That made me real, but my skin and my soul
Girls who turned hoes
Friends who turned foes
Bad luck niggas who bring Death
Where ever they go never sleep
It feels better to know it's all real though!

Everything Is Real and where We Heading
Now up to more Money it
Be More Fun leave with Mo'
Bitches and Carry More Guns

Where We Heading Now where
We Going Yo getting
Real Son we Gon let It Flow
Leave with Mo' Bitches and Be More Dough
It Be More Fun holding More

How the hell
Are we supposed to excel from the street
Where the Jakes Crew face young
Kids who wanna eat
Quantum Leap to this Black World, Hustlers
And Ghettos cell mates, millionaires
Who tussle with the Devil
Bust a lil metal lead (led)
Wrestle you to the pebbles on the hard gound
That's if the God's down
It's a struggle, brothers jump bail
To come chill with they niggas on the block
With them rocks for sale
On the hard with the god
Shapelle a Queens Conrad
Yo run and come with the dime bag

Yo, Yo-Yo ayo I need dat
I got to smoke dat sell me some Chunky Black

So I could smoke away the pain
Try to find my brain
But the thought still remain
Yo it's on again
Once the jail take these chains
Cause I been through it
The drug game I thought I knew it
I got knocked, went to trial but I blew it
25 but only lived 20 years of my life
Took 5 from me
Got me wrapped up like a Mummy
Now I'm in the system aka the Devil's Home
Where they tell you where
To eat, sleep, shit, and use the phone
Now I'm living with drug dealers
And chain stealers bitch niggas
Who got knocked and turned squealers
Imagine sharing a cell with
A rehabilitated addict
Who love fucking with faggots
But I sip alot of Savage i sat him down
And made him study mathematics
Now I'm sitting in the cell thinking
About this reefer I'm a get this weekend
On the VI (visit) i rather be uh, dam, dam