Real Live - Real Live Sh*t | Текст песни

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[ VERSE 1 ]
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

[ VERSE 2 ]
Smoke-tinted windows cos I'm movin with heat
I got a mean-ass broad in my shotgun seat
You can get bucked 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

[ VERSE 3 ]
Back once more, for my niggas with the encore
One last verse to blow the spot then I bounce
Up out the scene cos I'm on some low shit
Tank-rollin niggas on that ghetto pro shit
Damn, I hate to settle for less, true that
I wanna 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

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