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[Nas] (I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose) [VERSE 1] Never underestimate the Real Live The gun-slinging, fat mack, a sick type of fuck, 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 Shit (I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose) K-Def and Larry-O be on some Real Live Shit [VERSE 2] Smoke-tinted windows cos I'm movin with heat I got a mean-ass broad in my shotgun seat SongtexteYou can get buck any day of the week That nigga 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 Shit (I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose) K-Def and Larry-O be on some Real Live Shit [VERSE 3] Back once more, for my niggas with the encore One last verse to blow the spot then I bounce Up out the scene cos I'm on some low shit Tank-rollin niggas on that ghetto pro shit 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 shit 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 fucking clown That's what you get for playin slick K-Def and Larry-O be on some Real Live Shit (I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose) Aus Songtexte Mania