Young Bleed, Master P, C-Loc - Keep It Real lyrics

Yeah, huh, my boy Young Bleed
In here, C-Loc in here
And you know the Colonel MP up in here

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

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
Punishing pussy to Ginuwine
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

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

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

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

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!

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

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