Real Live ****

[Nas] (I leave 'em froze like ****** in your nose)

[VERSE 1]

Never underestimate the Real Live

The gun-slinging, fat mack, a sick type of *******, who dat?

I left blood stain in every spot that I rock

I'm representin Jersey, spittin rhymes like a Glock

Into the Cape Fear MC's be shell-shocked

I got the stash in my dash with the stock and the oo-wop

Who the gun abuser, who the stupid hooker user?

The pimp with the blow, countin bank in the Land Cruiser

I get a charge from a sound of the bust

I was made to crush, I'm wettin rappers til they rust

Plus my regiment is elite, mega deep

20 steep we creep in a five car fleet

That's how I'm bouncin for the nine-fifth, son

We don't promote no masquerade cos we was players from day one

We start trends, we make hits

K-Def and Larry-O be on some Real Live *******t

(I leave 'em froze like ****** in your nose)

K-Def and Larry-O be on some Real Live *******t

[VERSE 2]

Smoke-tinted windows cos I'm movin with heat

I got a mean-ass broad in my shotgun seat

You can get buck any day of the week

That ******* Larry O be makin rappers retreat

You know in life I fail, jake is on my tail

I blew up your block, I let it haze like black hail

I use a M16 to blast clowns off the planet

In cold blood, my heart is made of granite

My counterpart the K to the Def

Wicked beat-maker, mass murderer with his left

We got the whole game locked, so

Beats on hold like a pimp on a stroll

I'm bustin caps at the sugar coated rap, yo

This is a lyrical terrorist manifesto

Sipping the Remy, gettin lit, I'm hit

Ignite a fat spliff, I'm on some Real Live *******t

(I leave 'em froze like ****** in your nose)

K-Def and Larry-O be on some Real Live *******t

[VERSE 3]

Back once more, for my *******s with the encore

One last verse to blow the spot then I bounce

Up out the scene cos I'm on some low *******t

Tank-rollin *******s on that ghetto pro *******t

Damn, I hate to settle for less, true that

I wanna live mega fat, push a Benz like a diplomat

Automatic Tecs Lazarus around my neck

Engineerin *******t with Corleone respect

The international world class don

Came to reign on hip-hop, I can't be stopped

I shoot the breeze with expertise

The mic is like a toast and when I rhyme I squeeze

The criminalogists kickin criminalogy

The way I'm shakin you is like a bank robbery

So yo, get on the floor and get face down

Take these slugs to your head so I can bust your ******* clown

That's what you get for playin slick

K-Def and Larry-O be on some Real Live *******t

(I leave 'em froze like ****** in your nose)