Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep It Real, artist - Young Bleed. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Keep It Real |
| 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. |
| Verse 2- C-Loc |
| It be a piper push poundses, wit playas who wanna rise, pick the pen |
| 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 I’m |
| worse, can’t break the curse, y’all laugh until I die, comin’from the |
| dirt, so watch a young hustler rise an shine, like the ghetto |
| mastermind, (bout it bout it) let em know, why do, doin’all that lyin' |
| got the nation down to ???, young mutha fucka ain’t do shit, can’t 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. |
| 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 couldn’t lose my life |
| tryin’to keep my shoes, sell my soul to the devil, in the ghetto you |
| lose, an ain’t 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, I’m workin', money orders sendin weed through sweaters, I seen |
| mama’s turn off of hustlas and killas, my last supper probably gonna be wit fiends an dealers. |
| Ughhhh! |
| (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. |