Real Live and Nas - Real Live Sh*t
(I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose)
Never underestimate the Real Live
The gun-slinging, fat mack, a sick type of fuck, who dat?
I left blood stain in every spot that I rock
I'm representin' Jersey, spittin' rhymes like a Glock
Into the Cape Fear MC's be shell-shocked
I got the stash in my dash with the stock and the oo-wop
Who the gun abuser, who the stupid hooker user?
The pimp with the blow, countin' bank in the Land Cruiser
I get a charge from a sound of the bust
I was made to crush, I'm wettin' rappers til they rust
Plus my regiment is elite, mega deep
20 steep we creep in a five car fleet
That's how I'm bouncin' for the nine-fifth, son
We don't promote no masquerade 'cause we was players from day one
We start trends, we make hits
K-Def and Larry-O be on some Real Live Shit
(I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose)
K-Def and Larry-O be on some Real Live Shit
Smoke-tinted windows 'cause I'm movin' with heat
I got a mean-ass broad in my shotgun seat
You can get buck any day of the week
That nigga Larry O be makin' rappers retreat
You know in life I fail, jake is on my tail
I blew up your block, I let it haze like black hail
I use a M16 to blast clowns off the planet
In cold blood, my heart is made of granite
My counterpart the K to the Def
Wicked beat-maker, mass murderer with his left
We got the whole game locked, so
Beats on hold like a pimp on a stroll
I'm bustin' caps at the sugar coated rap, yo
This is a lyrical terrorist manifesto
Sipping the Remy, gettin' lit, I'm hit
Ignite a fat spliff, I'm on some Real Live Shit
(I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose)
K-Def and Larry-O be on some Real Live Shit
Back once more, for my niggas with the encore
One last verse to blow the spot then I bounce
Up out the scene 'cause I'm on some low shit
Tank-rollin' niggas on that ghetto pro shit
Damn, I hate to settle for less, true that
I want to live mega fat, push a Benz like a diplomat
Automatic Tecs Lazarus around my neck
Engineerin' shit with Corleone respect
The international world class don
Came to reign on hip-hop, I can't be stopped
I shoot the breeze with expertise
The mic is like a toast and when I rhyme I squeeze
The criminalogists kickin' criminalogy
The way I'm shakin' you is like a bank robbery
So yo, get on the floor and get face down
Take these slugs to your head so I can bust your fucking clown
That's what you get for playin' slick
K-Def and Larry-O be on some Real Live Shit
(I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose)
K-Def and Larry-O be on some Real Live Shit
Written by:
CLAYDES EUGENE SMITH, CLEVELAND HORNE, DENNIS THOMAS, GENE REDD, GENE C. REDD, GEORGE MELVIN BROWN, JOHN BETTIS, KEVIN HANSFORD, LAWRENCE WRIGHT, NASIR JONES, ROBERT EARL BELL, ROBERT SPIKE MICKENS, RONALD N. BELL, ROY HANDY, STEVEN J. J. PROCARO
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Lyrics © Raleigh Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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