Keep it Real

(Master P talking)<br><br>Yeah, huh, my boy Young Bleed in here, C-Loc in here, an you know the <br>colonel MP up in here<br><br>Chorus: Young Bleed<br><br>Nigga we gonna keep it real dawg, hustiln high, cuz live niggas keep it <br>real young, can we keep it real Loc? Tryin not to spill no blood, if <br>it`s real show a nigga love, nigga.<br><br>Verse 1- Young Bleed<br><br>Nigga it burns for gold that rose before me that was fakin` the funk, <br>long an behold I come to get it, so I`m takin` it in chunks, out to <br>lunch for brunch, maggots gonna munch in perpendicular, order money, man <br>slaughter, I write this shit thats good for you, how many mutha fuckas <br>must get dealt wit? Before someone kick down yo door, an leave you <br>helpless, is you feelin` my fear, feelin` my vibe, at the same time, I <br>dirty my theroy, clickin my tribe, tryin` ta claim mine, hush, <br>what you discovered don`t shake the rictor, my nigga, my nerve, go get <br>the camera, get the picture, I`m laughin` at y`all for tryin` to ball, <br>wit yo mug on me, movin` a million mutha fuckas strappin murder machine, <br>I come dainty an benidine, so gimme mine, sippin great wine, polishin <br>pussy thats genuine, paralized to the format still smokin` blunts for <br>days, an mama`s theroies an ways, got me prepared ha, niggas ain`t <br>ready, but if it wasn`t for the grace of God, they say you couldn`t live <br>life against all odds, I know it`s hard, but it`s real though, I`m `bout <br>ta peel out, everytime I touch somethin`, what ya feel yo, nigga, give a <br>fuck if you bigga.<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse 2- C-Loc<br><br>It be a piper push poundses, wit playas who wanna rise, pick the pen <br>then ??? my rhyme, eh, so now I can make a leagal paper in this rap <br>game, at the first used to hear that boy playin` wit steel toys, now I`m <br>worse, can`t break the curse, y`all laugh until I die, comin` from the <br>dirt, so watch a young hustler rise an shine, like the ghetto <br>mastermind, (bout it bout it) let em know, why do, doin` all that lyin` <br>got the nation down to ???, young mutha fucka ain`t do shit, can`t stand <br>the heat get out the kitchen, before trigga fingas get to itchin`, getty <br>up, get into position to have twitchin`, thinkin`, damn, how could I <br>have mention, stop trippin`, keep it real nigga.<br><br>Chorus x2<br><br>Verse 3- Master P<br><br>Ughh! I live my life of a youngsta wit money, to many, bitches <br>pandhandlers, beggas an dummies, tryin ta, steal my soul, I mean suck me <br>dry, for these 20 inch rims on my ghetto ride, I couldn`t lose my life <br>tryin` to keep my shoes, sell my soul to the devil, in the ghetto you <br>lose, an ain`t no, nigga gonna make it, fakin` the game, too many blacks <br>behind bars for fortune and fame, I live, my life, readin` jail house <br>letters, I`m workin`, money orders sendin weed through sweaters, I seen <br>mama`s turn off of hustlas and killas, my last supper probably gonna be <br>wit fiends an dealers. Ughhhh!<br><br>Chorus x3<br><br>(Master P talking during chorus)<br><br>C-Loc records, keep it real, for all the records, keep it real Loc the <br>whole south, to the east, to the west, to the middle, huh, we gonna keep <br>it real though, keep it real Loc.