Young Bleed Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Keep it Real Lyrics

f/ C-Loc, Master P

 

 (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 

 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.

 

 Chorus

 

 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.

 

 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 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!

 

 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.