The Real 136 taking over the internet

You know we're only getting STARTED in this internet game, you know that right? We already had the streets so for the 2010 it's time to set another market and enforce it (nh)... We're coming for that ONLINE money now. The future is definitely online you know, a whole new world is upon us so you gotta keep up! So we got the blog up, you know, doin' this blog thing... But oh we ain't done: Nah, HOLD ON, hahaha, you actually thought we wouldn't find out about that other shit? That TWITTER shit? *laughs* C'mon son, we know our internet, fuck outta the way:
THE REAL 136 ARE OFFICIALLY ON TWITTER


Hahaha yeeeah man, we're going for it... A lot of OG's, ball players and rappers standing up to salute, slapping "The Real" on their names and all that, word word, we see that. That's what'sup. Shouts to Crooked, Royce, G Rap and them, the list goes on, Redman, Havoc, Shaq, Reks, our very own Lil Yuk and all them representing The Real.... And oh yeah... sorry Joe Budden: TheRealTahiry *laughs* Nah, nah, she just reppin.
Anyway, peep us on twitter cause it's ON.

Some of the greatest that ever did it... Rest in peace to the legends

The TR136 studio back in the day (Biggie on left, Pac on right)

Damn, yo... SHIT... Damn... We had it all, man.

March 9th 2010
Thirteen years ago we lost one of the greatest.

Feels like only yesterday we were standing beside the 17-year old Christoffer, our boy on the Brooklyn streets who would later be known worldwide for his raw lyrical ability, his flow and his big frame, by the more marketable “Notorious B.I.G.” or simply “Biggie”. In his short career he made it, and everybody got to hear his story.

There’s only one little detail people seem to forget.
The Real were deep into management back then. We had it all, man… That kid Christoffer, this lil academic dude Pac, the golden boy Lamont (not to be confused with the weasel Bishop who was cut from the Detox project recently), and a few other cats on the come up. The label was on and poppin’. Meanwhile, Puff Daddy was sneaking around in the clubs. We had a bad feeling about this penguin looking motherfucker from the get go, but he nestled his way into Biggie’s crew offering a girl named Kim for Biggie to have fun with. The rest is history.
The Real 136, we did it for hip hop and for the streets. Puffy on the other hand was a money hungry ho and kept yapping about business opportunities, how The Real could have both american coasts on lock if we sent Pac out to the west. The boy Suge would be the acting boss out there according to Puffy’s economic plan, having formed Death Row Records with Dre earlier. This is where it took a turn for the worse. Without our permission, Puffy attacked the Death Row camp and forced Pac to write vicious rhymes towards his old homeboy Biggie. It was a terrible situation for all involved, and everyone know how the story ends.
Again, the rest is history.
R.I.P. to the legends man, all the players in the game we lost too early.

Learn from this, y'all. Keep the street violence to a minimum. Take it from somebody who knows. Like Havoc said in Beef when he was scared of Tru Life: “it should be about the music”. That being said, The Real 136 ain’t no suckers. If you step to us on a personal level, you’re done. Just know that. We’ll fucking bury you... How you think Puffy got the idea to smash a Cristal bottle into Steve Stout's big cabbage? Ask Ma$e, he knows what it is (don’t EVER fuck with us).


The new TR136 studio in 2010... (something missing)

The Realest Productions.
Westside. New York. Haninge, the whole 136.
You know what time it is...
Oh yeah, and it don’t stop...

PEACE