Real Live Sh*t Songtext
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Real Live Sh*t Songtext
(I leave ′em froze like heroin in your nose) - Nas
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 cos 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 cos 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
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 cos 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 cos 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
Writer(s): Gene Redd, Nasir Jones, John Bettis, Roy Handy, George Melvin Brown, Steven J. J. Procaro, Dennis Thomas, Cleveland Horne, Robert Earl Bell, Kevin Hansford, Robert Spike Mickens, Lawrence Wright, Claydes Eugene Smith, Gene C. Redd, Ronald N. Bell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com