Real Life
DJ Muggs Lyrics


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This one is for my people in the street and six feet baby...
Watch yourself kid, the jakes be deep and on the creep now...
What the deal, this ones for my duns thats upstate doin' bids...
Stay reppin' queens with infra-red beams...

[verse 1]
I only rock with fam'n
Plot plannin' niggas that cock cannons
Roll with the ox jammin' niggas doin' whole bids in the box standin'
8 niggas thats quick to hop in the van'n
Cock glocks and put the drops on the whole block gamblin'
Turn it to knots landin'
Gun shots got 'em scramblin'
Leavin' 4 cops to examine
The streets are frigid so I speak it vivid
Sleep it, love it, and live it
If you want one of these slugs i'm'a give it
And pop you 'till you drop liquid
Your days are numbered and I'm droppin' the digits
Bodies get sent to the chop shop like civics
All for poppin' up on the wrong blocks to visit
The wrong spot to risk it
Nothin' but hollow tops in the biscuits
Get helicopter lifted out your hot lizards
Keep it far from the child shit
.40 cal. spit
Runnin' with wild cliques
Dead you and beat the murder trial shit
12 valve whips
The strip is scorchin'
Flooded with drug enforcement lawmen
Strippin' your fortune
Shorties are like the statue of liberty, they stay liftin' the torch'n
Orphans that spit the fifth often
Mad chicks get abortions
Weak ones lay stiff in a coffin
Federal stakeouts, spots get raided
Shots get traded
Come in a lock everything rock related
Keepin' the cell blocks overly populated
Incarcerated scarfaces inoxicated
Bodies get operated
Some get chopped and faded
Leave 'em bleedin' in need for medical aid
For dough metal gets rasied
When shit gets hot it's hard to settle the blaze
The ghetto we praise.

Chorus -


The life you hold
Is just like the dice you roll
Be careful kid, these streets is ice cold
The thirsty worms out workin' the night patrol
For the price of gold
As the story of our life gets told.

[verse 2]
How many make it out, it's one in a million
Scared to death 'cause one of your children
Just might be the next one to get stretched in front on the building
Dumbin' out, pullin' guns out, runnin' wit' villians
Livin' in pain, kid in a street gang
Trapped in these blocks where the heat flames
Where niggas reach for they thang
Speak slang, chop your grill until the meat hang
Bustin' they gat, runnin' their deep games
Look out for the cheap dames that set you up
Invite you to the crib to wet you up
Lift your necklace up
Quick to lift and mess you up
Smith and wess' you up
Never press your luck
Be prepared to bust
How many you dare to trust?
Keep your friends close and enemies closer
I pour double shots of remi to toast ya friendly ghost until they send
Me over
Send some guinea's to roast ya
If they can't approach ya send me the semi-toasters
Give 'em the kennedy dose and send three in ya boulder
Life is about bendin' them slimmy's over
Plenty bentley's and rovers
Half naked women for limo chauffers
Crib with the fendi sofa's
Black costa nostras
Crack jehovas stackin' like sosa
Taylor made suits with gucci penny loafers
Mac tens in holsters for rats and vultures
Havin' dt's package and coach us
These raps are vulgar
Blow the backs of cobras
Roll with the gat exploders, gun slingers
Corners and slum hangers
The brick a ton bringers
Keep one in the chamber





Chorus

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of DJ Muggs’ song Real Life paint a vivid picture of the dangers and struggles faced by those living in the streets. The opening lines set the tone for the rest of the song, reminding us to watch ourselves and stay aware of the dangerous police. The use of the phrase β€œsix feet” is likely a reference to the fact that many people in the street live in constant danger of violence.


The first verse goes on to highlight the harsh realities of life in the streets, with talk of guns, violence, and drug enforcement. The artist emphasizes that he only trusts those who are willing to fight alongside him, and those who show solidarity and support. He warns against going into the wrong neighborhood or crossing the wrong people, as the consequences can be deadly. The second verse continues in this vein, painting a bleak picture of life in the ghetto. It emphasizes how difficult it is to escape the cycle of violence and crime, and how easy it is to get caught up in bad situations.


Overall, Real Life provides a powerful commentary on street life, highlighting both the dangers and the resilience of those who fight to survive in such challenging circumstances.


Line by Line Meaning

This one is for my people in the street and six feet baby...
This song is dedicated to those in the streets, facing the struggles and dangers of everyday life.


Watch yourself kid, the jakes be deep and on the creep now...
Be careful, the police are closely monitoring and patrolling the streets.


What the deal, this ones for my duns thats upstate doin' bids...
This song is dedicated to my friends who are currently serving prison sentences upstate.


Stay reppin' queens with infra-red beams...
I continue to represent and support Queens, using powerful and precise lyrical skills.


I only rock with fam'n...
I only associate with close and trusted friends.


Plot plannin' niggas that cock cannons...
I surround myself with individuals who strategically plan and are armed with firearms.


Roll with the ox jammin' niggas doin' whole bids in the box standin'...
I associate with hardened individuals who spend lengthy prison sentences and remain strong during their confinement.


8 niggas thats quick to hop in the van'n...
I have a group of eight individuals who are always ready to jump into a van for any necessary actions.


Cock glocks and put the drops on the whole block gamblin'...
We intimidate and threaten the entire neighborhood with our guns, ensuring our control over illegal activities.


Turn it to knots landin'...
We transform the environment into chaos and violence.


Gun shots got 'em scramblin'...
The sound of gunshots causes panic and chaos among the people.


Leavin' 4 cops to examine...
After causing havoc, we leave behind a scene for the police to investigate.


The streets are frigid so I speak it vivid...
The harsh reality of the streets motivates me to speak about it in a vivid and realistic manner.


Sleep it, love it, and live it...
I fully immerse myself in the street life, embracing it as a way of living.


If you want one of these slugs i'm'a give it...
If you provoke me, I am willing to shoot and injure you.


And pop you 'till you drop liquid...
I will shoot you until you are dead, causing your blood to spill.


Your days are numbered and I'm droppin' the digits...
Your time is running out, and I am the one who will end your life.


Bodies get sent to the chop shop like civics...
Dead bodies are disposed of and treated like old cars in a chop shop.


All for poppin' up on the wrong blocks to visit...
If you come to the wrong neighborhood, you will face severe consequences.


The wrong spot to risk it...
Choosing the wrong location to engage in risky activities can lead to trouble.


Nothin' but hollow tops in the biscuits...
Our guns are loaded with hollow-point bullets for maximum damage.


Get helicopter lifted out your hot lizards...
To escape the crime scene, a helicopter is called to transport us away.


Keep it far from the child shit...
Stay away from childish behavior and actions.


.40 cal. spit...
My .40 caliber gun fires bullets rapidly.


Runnin' with wild cliques...
I associate with dangerous and unpredictable groups of people.


Dead you and beat the murder trial shit...
We will kill you without hesitation and avoid facing trial for the murder.


12 valve whips...
We drive powerful cars equipped with twelve-cylinder engines.


The strip is scorchin'...
The neighborhood is hot and filled with criminal activities.


Flooded with drug enforcement lawmen...
The area is heavily monitored and patrolled by undercover police officers focusing on drug-related crimes.


Strippin' your fortune...
We forcefully take away your wealth and possessions.


Shorties are like the statue of liberty, they stay liftin' the torch'n...
Young people in the community symbolize hope and resilience, continuously striving to improve their conditions.


Orphans that spit the fifth often...
Even those who come from disadvantaged backgrounds are skilled in using firearms.


Mad chicks get abortions...
Women often choose to terminate pregnancies due to the challenging and dangerous environment.


Weak ones lay stiff in a coffin...
The vulnerable and feeble individuals end up dead.


Federal stakeouts, spots get raided...
The federal authorities conduct surveillance and frequently raid illegal locations.


Shots get traded...
Gunfire is exchanged between rival groups.


Come in a lock everything rock related...
Upon their arrival, they take control and dominate the entire drug industry in the area.


Keepin' the cell blocks overly populated...
We ensure that prisons remain densely populated with inmates.


Incarcerated scarfaces inoxicated...
Imprisoned individuals with criminal reputations indulge in alcohol and drugs while behind bars.


Bodies get operated...
Dead bodies are surgically manipulated and disposed of.


Some get chopped and faded...
Certain individuals are dismembered and become unidentifiable.


Leave 'em bleedin' in need for medical aid...
We leave behind injured individuals who require immediate medical attention.


For dough metal gets rasied...
When money is involved, people resort to violence and escalate the situation.


When shit gets hot it's hard to settle the blaze...
When the situation becomes intense and dangerous, it is difficult to control or calm down the chaos.


The ghetto we praise...
Despite the hardships, we honor and respect the ghetto lifestyle and its struggle.


The life you hold...
The life you possess or have chosen to live.


Is just like the dice you roll...
Your life is unpredictable and based on the choices and chances you take.


Be careful kid, these streets is ice cold...
Exercise caution, as the streets are harsh and unforgiving.


The thirsty worms out workin' the night patrol...
Dangerous individuals are actively seeking opportunities to exploit and harm others during the night.


For the price of gold...
They are willing to commit crimes and harm others in exchange for financial gain.


As the story of our life gets told...
This song represents the narrative and experiences of our lives in the streets.


How many make it out, it's one in a million...
Only a small fraction of individuals manage to escape the dangers and pitfalls of the streets.


Scared to death 'cause one of your children...
Fearful for the safety and well-being of your own children.


Just might be the next one to get stretched in front of the building...
There is a constant fear that your child may become a victim of violence and be killed in a public setting.


Dumbin' out, pullin' guns out, runnin' wit' villians...
Some resort to reckless behavior, brandishing firearms and associating with dangerous individuals.


Livin' in pain, kid in a street gang...
Living a life filled with suffering, especially as a member of a street gang.


Trapped in these blocks where the heat flames...
Stuck in neighborhoods where violence and conflict are prevalent.


Where niggas reach for they thang...
In these areas, people are quick to grab their weapons.


Speak slang, chop your grill until the meat hang...
Communicate using street slang while resorting to violent actions that leave others severely injured.


Bustin' they gat, runnin' their deep games...
Firing their guns and engaging in dangerous criminal activities.


Look out for the cheap dames that set you up...
Beware of women who deceive and betray you, using their attractiveness as a means of luring you into dangerous situations.


Invite you to the crib to wet you up...
They entice you to their homes with malicious intentions of harming or killing you.


Lift your necklace up...
Forcefully remove your necklace and steal your valuables.


Quick to lift and mess you up...
Readily resort to violence and inflict harm on others.


Smith and wess' you up...
Shoot you with a Smith & Wesson firearm.


Never press your luck...
Do not take unnecessary risks or tempt fate.


Be prepared to bust...
Always be ready to use your gun and engage in violence if necessary.


How many you dare to trust?...
Questioning the reliability and trustworthiness of the people around you.


Keep your friends close and enemies closer...
Maintain close relationships with your friends but also remain vigilant and aware of your enemies' actions.


I pour double shots of remi to toast ya friendly ghost until they send me over...
I drink double shots of RΓ©my Martin cognac in honor of those who have passed away, but I also acknowledge that it may lead to my own demise.


Send some guinea's to roast ya...
Dispatch a group of armed individuals to eliminate and assassinate you.


If they can't approach ya send me the semi-toasters...
If they are unable to reach you, they will inform me, and I will then take action using semi-automatic weapons.


Give 'em the kennedy dose and send three in ya boulder...
Shoot someone multiple times, similar to the killings of President John F. Kennedy and political figure Bobby Kennedy, until they are dead.


Life is about bendin' them slimmy's over...
Life is about manipulating and taking advantage of vulnerable situations or individuals.


Plenty bentley's and rovers...
Having an abundance of luxury cars, such as Bentley and Range Rover models.


Half naked women for limo chauffers...
Surrounded by scantily clad women who serve as chauffeurs for my limousines.


Crib with the fendi sofa's...
Living in a luxurious home furnished with expensive Fendi brand sofas.


Black costa nostras...
Wearing black suits similar to those of the notorious Italian Mafia, known as the Costa Nostra.


Crack jehovas stackin' like sosa...
Dealing crack cocaine, accumulating wealth similar to the famous baseball player Sammy Sosa.


Taylor made suits with gucci penny loafers...
Wearing custom-made suits and Gucci shoes.


Mac tens in holsters for rats and vultures...
Carrying Mac-10 submachine guns in holsters, ready to confront and eliminate informants and opportunist individuals.


Havin' dt's package and coach us...
Possessing large quantities of drugs and trusted individuals who assist in their distribution.


These raps are vulgar...
My lyrics contain explicit and offensive language.


Blow the backs of cobras...
Shoot and kill rival gang members.


Roll with the gat exploders, gun slingers...
I am in the company of individuals who use firearms excessively and are skilled in handling them.


Corners and slum hangers...
Associating with people who spend their time on street corners and in impoverished neighborhoods.


The brick a ton bringers...
These individuals are responsible for smuggling and bringing large quantities of drugs into the community.


Keep one in the chamber...
Always keep a bullet loaded in the gun, ready to be fired at any moment.




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@komaa1712

This one is for my people in the street and six feet baby... Watch yourself kid, the jakes be deep and on the creep now... What the deal, this ones for my duns thats upstate doin' bids... Stay reppin' Queens with infra-red beams...
[Verse 1]
I only rock with fam'n
Plot plannin' n***as that co*k cannons
Roll with the ox jammin' n***as doin' whole bids in the box standin'
8 n***as thats quick to hop in the van'n co*k
Glocks and put the drops on the whole block gamblin'
Turn it to knots landin'
Gun shots got 'em scramblin'
Leave 'em for cops to examine
The streets are frigid so I speak it vivid
Sleep it, love it, and live it
If you want one of these slugs I'm'a give it
And pop you 'till you drop liquid
Your days are numbered and I'm droppin' the digits
Bodies get sent to the chop shop like civics
All for poppin' up on the wrong blocks to visit
The wrong spot to risk it
Nothin' but hollow tops in the biscuits
Get helicopter lifted out your hot lizards
Keep it far from the child sh** .40 cal. spit
Runnin' with wild cliques
Dead you and beat the murder trial sh** 12 valve whips
The strip is scorchin'
Flooded with drug enforcement lawmen
Strippin' your fortune
Shorties are like the statue of liberty, they stay liftin' the torch'n Orphans that spit the fifth often
Mad chicks get abortions
Weak ones lay stiff in a coffin Federal stakeouts, spots get raided Shots get traded
Come in a lock everything rock related
Keepin' the cell blocks overly populated Incarcerated scarfaces inoxicated
Bodies get operated
Some get chopped and faded
Leave 'em bleedin' in need for medical aid
For dough metal gets rasied
When sh** gets hot it's hard to settle the blaze
The ghetto we praise

Chorus -
The life you hold
Is just like the dice you roll
Be careful kid, these streets is ice cold
The thirsty worms out workin' the night patrol
For the price of gold
As the story of our life gets told

[Verse 2]
How many make it out, it's one in a Million
Scared to d**h cause one of your children
Just might be the next one to get stretched in front on the building Dumbin' out, pullin' guns out, runnin' wit' villians
Livin' in pain, kid in a street gang Trapped in these blocks where the heat flames
Where n***as reach for they thang Speak slang, chop your grill until the meat hang
Bustin' they gat, runnin' their deep games
Look out for the cheap dames that set you up
Invite you to the crib to wet you up Lift your necklace up
Quick to lift and mess you up
Smith and Wess' you up
Never press your luck
Be prepared to bust
How many you dare to trust?
Keep your friends close and enemies closer
I pour double shots of Remi to toast ya friendly ghost until they send
Me over
Send some Guinea's to roast ya If they can't approach ya send me the semi-toasters
Give 'em the Kennedy dose and send three in ya boulder
Life is about bendin' them slimmy's over Plenty Bentley's and Rovers Half naked Women for
Limo chauffers
Crib with the Fendi sofa's Black Costa Nostras Crack Jehovas stackin' like Sosa Taylor made suits with Gucci penny loafers MAC Tens in holsters for rats and vultures Havin' DT's package and coach us The raps are vulgar
Blow the backs of cobras
Roll with the gat exploders, gun slingers
Corners and slum hangers
The brick a ton bringers
Keep one in the chamber



@adamachahbar6908

Ayyo, I’ll only rock with fam and plot-planning niggas that cock the cannons
Run with the ox-jamming niggas, do a whole bid in the box standing
Eight niggas that’s quick to hop in the van and cock Glocks and
Put the drop on top of the whole block gambling, turn it to knots landing
Gun shots got 'em scrambling. Leave 'em for cops to examine
The streets are frigid, so I speak it vivid
Sleep with it, love it, and live it. If you want one of these slugs
I'ma give it and pop you 'till you drop liquid
Your days are numberedβ€”I’ll keep dropping the digits
Bodies get sent to the chop shop like Civics
All for popping up on the wrong blocks to visit
The wrong spot to risk it
Nothing but hollow tops in the biscuits
Get helicopter-lifted out, you hot lizards
Keeping far from the child shitβ€”.40 cal. spit
Running with wild cliques, dead you and beat the murder trial shit
12-valve whips. The strip is scorching
Flooded with drug enforcement lawmen stripping your fortune
Shorties are like the Statue of Liberty
They stay lifting the torch and orphans spit the fifth often
Mad chicks get abortions. Weak ones lay stiff in a coffin
Federal stakeouts, spots get raided, shots get traded
Coming to lock everything rock-related. Keeping the cell blocks
Overly populated. Incarcerated Scarfaces intoxicated
The knives get operated, some get chopped and faded
Leaving to bleed, in need for medical aid from sharp metal, get laid
When shit get hot, it's hard to settle the blaze
The ghetto we praise, nigga



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