Young Bleed Lyrics - Keep It Real lyrics

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[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
its 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 Im 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 dont shake the rictor, my nigga, my nerve, go get
the camera, get the picture, Im laughin at yall 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 mamas theroies an ways, got me prepared ha, niggas aint
ready, but if it wasnt for the grace of God, they say you couldnt live
life against all odds, I know its hard, but its real though, Im bout
ta peel out, everytime I touch somethin, what ya feel yo, nigga, give a
fuck if you bigga.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: C-Loc]

It be a piper push poundses, wit playas who wanna rise, pick the pen
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then ??? my rhyme, eh, so now I can make a leagal paper in this rap
game, at the first used to hear that boy playin wit steel toys, now Im
worse, cant break the curse, yall laugh until I die, comin from the
dirt, so watch a young hustler rise an shine, like the ghet to
mastermind, (bout it bout it) let em know, why do, doin all that lyin
got the nation down to ???, young mutha fucka aint do shit, cant stand
the heat get out the kitchen, before trigga fingas get to itchin, getty
up, get into position to have twitchin, thinkin, damn, how could I
have mention, stop trippin, keep it real nigga.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Master P]

Ughh! I live my life of a youngsta wit money, to many, bitches
pandhandlers, beggas an dummies, tryin ta, steal my soul, I mean suck me
dry, for these 20 inch rims on my ghetto ride, I couldnt lose my life
tryin to keep my shoes, sell my soul to the devil, in the ghetto you
lose, an aint no, nigga gonna make it, fakin the game, too many blacks
behind bars for fortune and fame, I live, my life, readin jail house
letters, Im workin, money orders sendin weed through sweaters, I seen
mamas turn off of hustlas and killas, my last supper probably gonna be
wit fiends an dealers. Ughhhh!

[Chorus x3]

[Master P talking during chorus]

C-Loc records, keep it real, for all the records, keep it real Loc the
whole south, to the east, to the west, to the middle, huh, we gonna keep
it real though, keep it real Loc.