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[Nas] (I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose) |
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[VERSE 1] |
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Never underestimate the Real Live |
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The gun-slinging, fat mack, a sick type of fuck, who dat? |
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I left blood stain in every spot that I rock |
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I'm representin Jersey, spittin rhymes like a Glock |
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Into the Cape Fear MC's be shell-shocked |
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I got the stash in my dash with the stock and the oo-wop |
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Who the gun abuser, who the stupid hooker user? |
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The pimp with the blow, countin bank in the Land Cruiser |
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I get a charge from a sound of the bust |
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I was made to crush, I'm wettin rappers til they rust |
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Plus my regiment is elite, mega deep |
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20 steep we creep in a five car fleet |
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That's how I'm bouncin for the nine-fifth, son |
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We don't promote no masquerade cos we was players from day one |
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We start trends, we make hits |
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K-Def and Larry-O be on some Real Live Shit |
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(I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose) |
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K-Def and Larry-O be on some Real Live Shit |
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[VERSE 2] |
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Smoke-tinted windows cos I'm movin with heat |
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I got a mean-ass broad in my shotgun seat |
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You can get buck any day of the week |
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That nigga Larry O be makin rappers retreat |
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You know in life I fail, jake is on my tail |
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I blew up your block, I let it haze like black hail |
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I use a M16 to blast clowns off the planet |
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In cold blood, my heart is made of granite |
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My counterpart the K to the Def |
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Wicked beat-maker, mass murderer with his left |
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We got the whole game locked, so |
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Beats on hold like a pimp on a stroll |
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I'm bustin caps at the sugar coated rap, yo |
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This is a lyrical terrorist manifesto |
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Sipping the Remy, gettin lit, I'm hit |
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Ignite a fat spliff, I'm on some Real Live Shit |
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(I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose) |
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K-Def and Larry-O be on some Real Live Shit |
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[VERSE 3] |
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Back once more, for my niggas with the encore |
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One last verse to blow the spot then I bounce |
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Up out the scene cos I'm on some low shit |
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Tank-rollin niggas on that ghetto pro shit |
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Damn, I hate to settle for less, true that |
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I wanna live mega fat, push a Benz like a diplomat |
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Automatic Tecs Lazarus around my neck |
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Engineerin shit with Corleone respect |
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The international world class don |
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Came to reign on hip-hop, I can't be stopped |
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I shoot the breeze with expertise |
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The mic is like a toast and when I rhyme I squeeze |
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The criminalogists kickin criminalogy |
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The way I'm shakin you is like a bank robbery |
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So yo, get on the floor and get face down |
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Take these slugs to your head so I can bust your fucking clown |
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That's what you get for playin slick |
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K-Def and Larry-O be on some Real Live Shit |
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(I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose) |
