Real Nillaz

[Intro: O.V. Wright (Ghostface Killah)] “I’m too blind to see the light” “A fool can’t see the light” (Yeah, uh-huh) “A fool can’t see the light” (Yo, yo) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Portable DATs, Sony headphones El Dorado's, thousand dollar bottles, get blown Dippin' at Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks Dusted out Blondie, slide me, we wrote the bowl, we take the magnets Man handling the mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel bikes I like eggs in my rice, circus money, read the Staten Island funnies Eighty seven, Shallah rock, lotto's and the gumby Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for Glaciers Do it for cee-lo games, chasers Battle for bitches, million dollar cribs Grandfather gamble those with ribs Yes he did, life is wonderful, fly living rooms Brass brooms, catch me in the city of wasps Dusted out with Doc Doom, slide you 36 to the head, you need Neo Sock it to me G.O., the block we spot V.O Live at the handball session, white Wimbledons Send them, my throat is the top session for men Rap graduate, seen through the needles that was used by great Fuck around and get rocked for three notes And fuck your bitch ass alligators When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge My man's dough made it --- [Chorus: Buddah Bless] Real nillaz do real things Gold medal with the real bling, ghetto child with the real sling Throw the blaow, with the real aim Hold it down for your nillaz, keep it real man Lean back one time as you feel the liquor Light a match, one time, inhale the ciga' Blow the mack one time, when you kill a nigga Real always gonna recognize real, my nilla Real nillaz do real things Gold medal with the real bling Ghetto child with the real sling Throw the blaow, with the real aim Hold it down for your nillaz, keep it real man Lean back one time as you feel the liquor Light a match, one time, inhale the ciga' Blow the mack one time, when you kill a nigga Real always gonna recognize real, my nilla [Verse 2: Eyeslow] I hold it down with vets, make threats and take like chess Blow cess to sets, break life sweats Rep from the home of chrome, in eight flight steps Town houses, white grams, brown ounces After school drug deal courses, pound counselors Round thousands, rubberband, black accountants We them hood prowlers, live pushers Try to hook the stripper, before they wipin' out they eye boogers Stampede, nailed him, Sonny, Bronx Tale Them locked the doors, he's home, now you can't leave OD'ing in the Kennedy suite (If you got something to say, why don't you just come out and say it) Too hot to think, move for my enemy streets I don't sleep cause the drama might catch you on the beauty nap It's doobie rap, feds want you with a boobie trap [Chorus: Buddah Bless] Real nillaz do real things Gold medal with the real bling Ghetto child with the real sling Throw the blaow, with the real aim Hold it down for your nillaz, keep it real man Lean back one time as you feel the liquor Light a match, one time, inhale the ciga' Blow the mack one time, when you kill a nigga Real always gonna recognize real, my nilla [Interlude: O.V. Wright sample] "Ooh I'm too blind I see the light" "A fool can't see the light" "A fool can't see the light" "But a fool a fool can't see the light" "Ooh I'm too blind I see the light" "Ooh I'm too blind I see the light" "But a fool a fool can't see the light" "A fool can't see the light" [Verse 3: Raekwon] Ayo, elephant guns, mad ounces Colorful whips, slapped up bouncers Vouche, crawling like a unit Fly fragrance, faceless, rarely out of spaceships, many fakes got lynched See all up on the graphic, taylor made mortals Leanin' on suede walls, leather's on Ballers, navy Benz lensers, sprayin' out of sixes Christmas money, vicious consolidated drama rip bitches The rich version of back, side scraper paper Wu belt makers, show and prove that all my shit match Tri-colored diamond, foreign color five, all kinds of iron Swiss cheese, your big boy, we giants [Bridge: Eyeslow] Ayo, my niggas get dramatic Pump shots, nine Glocks, semi-automatic Blat, take that, from this lyrical fanatic We can go to war, or just peep the diplomatic For paper, I'm an addict Aiyo, my niggas get dramatic Pump shots, nine Glocks, semi-automatic Blat, take that, from this lyrical fanatic We can go to war, or just peep the diplomatic For paper, I'm an addict [Chorus: Buddah Bless] Real nillaz do real things Gold medal with the real bling Ghetto child with the real sling Throw the blaow, with the real aim Hold it down for your nillaz, keep it real man Lean back one time as you feel the liquor Light a match, one time, inhale the ciga' Blow the mack one time, when you kill a nigga Real always gonna recognize real, my nilla