Keep It Real (feat. C-Loc & Master P) Young Bleed
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(feat. C-Loc, Master P)
[Master P talking]
Yeah, huh, my boy Young Bleed in here, C-Loc in here, an you know the
Colonel MP up in here
[Chorus: Young Bleed]
Nigga we gonna keep it real dawg, hustiln high, cuz live niggas keep it
Real young, can we keep it real Loc? Tryin not to spill no blood, if
It's real show a nigga love, nigga
[Verse 1: Young Bleed]
Nigga it burns for gold that rose before me that was fakin' the funk
Long an behold I come to get it, so I'm takin' it in chunks, out to
Lunch for brunch, maggots gonna munch in perpendicular, order money, man
Slaughter, I write this shit thats good for you, how many mutha fuckas
Must get dealt wit? Before someone kick down yo door, an leave you
Helpless, is you feelin' my fear, feelin' my vibe, at the same time, I
Dirty my theroy, clickin my tribe, tryin' ta claim mine, hush
What you discovered don't shake the rictor, my nigga, my nerve, go get
The camera, get the picture, I'm laughin' at y'all for tryin' to ball
Wit yo mug on me, movin' a million mutha fuckas strappin murder machine
I come dainty an benidine, so gimme mine, sippin great wine, polishin
Pussy thats genuine, paralized to the format still smokin' blunts for
Days, an mama's theroies an ways, got me prepared ha, niggas ain't
Ready, but if it wasn't for the grace of God, they say you couldn't live
Life against all odds, I know it's hard, but it's real though, I'm 'bout
Ta peel out, everytime I touch somethin', what ya feel yo, nigga, give a
Fuck if you bigga
[Master P talking]
Yeah, huh, my boy Young Bleed in here, C-Loc in here, an you know the
Colonel MP up in here
[Chorus: Young Bleed]
Nigga we gonna keep it real dawg, hustiln high, cuz live niggas keep it
Real young, can we keep it real Loc? Tryin not to spill no blood, if
It's real show a nigga love, nigga
[Verse 1: Young Bleed]
Nigga it burns for gold that rose before me that was fakin' the funk
Long an behold I come to get it, so I'm takin' it in chunks, out to
Lunch for brunch, maggots gonna munch in perpendicular, order money, man
Slaughter, I write this shit thats good for you, how many mutha fuckas
Must get dealt wit? Before someone kick down yo door, an leave you
Helpless, is you feelin' my fear, feelin' my vibe, at the same time, I
Dirty my theroy, clickin my tribe, tryin' ta claim mine, hush
What you discovered don't shake the rictor, my nigga, my nerve, go get
The camera, get the picture, I'm laughin' at y'all for tryin' to ball
Wit yo mug on me, movin' a million mutha fuckas strappin murder machine
I come dainty an benidine, so gimme mine, sippin great wine, polishin
Pussy thats genuine, paralized to the format still smokin' blunts for
Days, an mama's theroies an ways, got me prepared ha, niggas ain't
Ready, but if it wasn't for the grace of God, they say you couldn't live
Life against all odds, I know it's hard, but it's real though, I'm 'bout
Ta peel out, everytime I touch somethin', what ya feel yo, nigga, give a
Fuck if you bigga
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