The Realest

Mobb Deep & Kool G Rap - Rap, New York Rap
The Realest
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Duration: 4:20
Lyrics
[Intro: Prodigy & Kool G Rap] This the killer shit, dunn No doubt The undisputed [Chorus: Prodigy & Kool G Rap] For street niggas livin' with their lives on the line For young guns comin' up durin' these times For police who find drugs, lettin' niggas slide For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night This be the realest shit you heard in your life [Verse 1: Kool G Rap] Yo, when the gat's revealed, you cats get peeled and that's the deal Fuck a bitch-ass that switch fast, niggas that lack the real When the slugs burst, G Rap be aimin' at your mug first Niggas is blood-thirst, we'll see who get plugged worst We dug earth, the place we put the nickel-plate is to your facial Bullets ain't racial, kid, they only hate you My 9'll seem like it's a time machine — B.C. date you Jackin' you more than Ripper, my fifth's a organ shifter The human organism lifter, you'll be hearin' organs if ya leavin' orphans, if ya Let these fours hit ya where the Lord split ya I forbid ya to bump heads with those that dump lead Accurate shots in back of your knot, leavin' one dead G Rap, Havoc and Prodigy Let's put these bitch niggas where bodies be, dunn, yo, if it gotta be, it gotta be (It gotta be) [Chorus: Prodigy & Kool G Rap] (Yo) For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line For young guns comin' up durin' these times For police who find drugs, lettin' niggas slide For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night This be the realest shit you heard in your life (Uh-huh) [Verse 2: Havoc] When the gat spits, some niggas get blown off the atlas The half is — unsolved mystery re-enactments get practiced What you lack is — you think like the average Jakes dumbfound and leavin' crime scenes un-handled Nothin' but cannons, gat conspicuous Like a laminate or branded, with the serial scratched Bad apple outta the batch, dunn, they made me like that If I could push back the clock, probably leave it like that Draw blood for my niggas G.O.D, Ty Nitty and Twin And Twin is not here, plus my kin Killa B forever with me, quick to set it with me Enter QB to show love throughout the years with me You got guns? We got guns, the serious ones! Leavin' foul powder stuck in your lungs We come from where niggas look out for they dun-dunns Love, never disrespect, hit niggas with redirect [Chorus: Prodigy & Kool G Rap] For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line For young guns comin' up durin' these times For police who find drugs, lettin' niggas slide For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night This be the realest shit you heard in your life [Verse 3: Prodigy] Never prejudge, it be the humble that'll squeeze slugs It be the ones standin' still that'll peel guns Spill blood for my dunns thuggin' for me Man, you don't wanna get involved fuckin' with P I spent more nights illin', less nights chillin' The more shots they hold, the better they feel it What be the deal is? Some killers like to hide behind specs Others got blatant disrespect, and the rest Are so young that you wouldn't even expect To be burstin' off guns like a Vietnam vet On the steps, sittin' in the staircase bent Thinkin' on ways to take another man head Go to war with niggas that's against what I rep I settle things with a heavy metal fifth Change clips, switch clothes after I spit Place niggas back in their space, fuck is on your mind, kid? [Chorus: Prodigy & Kool G Rap] For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line For young guns comin' up durin' these times For police who find drugs, let niggas slide For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night This be the realest shit you heard in your life
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Credits
- Writers
- Prodigy
- Havoc
- Kool G Rap
- The Alchemist
- Barbara Gaskins