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The Realest Lyrics

from Murda Muzik

"The Realest" is track #13 on the album Murda Muzik. It was written by Alan Maman / K. Muchita / Al Johnson / Nathaniel Wilson / B. Gaskins.
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The killa's shit dun, no doubt
The undisputed

For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up durin' these times
For police who'll find drugs, let niggas slide
For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night

For your man's 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
It's been a realest shit you heard in your life

Yo when the gats reveal, 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 you put the nickel-plate is to your facial
Bullets ain't racial kid the only hate you
My nine will seem like it's a time machine B.C. date you
Jackin' you more than Ripper my fifth's an organ shifter

The human organism lifter you'll be hearin' organs
If ya leavin' orphans, if ya
Let these fours hit ya where the law split ya
A fork pitcher to bump heads with those that dump lead

Accurate shot in back of your knot
Leave you one dead G.Rap, Havoc and Prodigy
Let's put these bitch niggas where bodies be dun
Yo if it gotta be, it gotta be

For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up durin' these times
For police who'll find drugs, let niggas slide
For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night

For your man's 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
It's been a realest shit you heard in your life

When the gat spit some niggaz get blown off the atlas
It happens unsolved mystery re-enatmus
Get practiced what you lack is you think like the average
Jake Stone found a leavin', crime scenes entangled

Nothin' but cannons get conspicuous
Like a man a little branded with the serial scratched
Wild out a part of the pack 'cause they made me like that
If I could push back the clock probably leave it like that

Draw blood for my nigga G O D ,TY Nitty and Twin
And Twin is not here plus my kin
Killa B forever with me quick to settle with me
Into QB to show love throughout the years with me

You got guns we got guns the serious ones
Leaving foul powder stuck in your lungs
We come from where niggas look out for they dun-duns
Love never disrespect hit niggas we re-direct

For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up durin' these times
For police who'll find drugs, let niggas slide
For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night

For your man's 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
It's been a realest shit you heard in your life

Never prejudge, it be the humble that squeeze slugs
It be the ones standin' still that'll peel guns
Spill blood for my duns thuggin' for me
Man you don't wanna get involved fuckin' with Pee

I spent more nights illin', less nights chillin'
The more shots they hold the better they feel it
What be the dealizz, some killas like to hide behind specs
Others got blatant disrespectin' the rest

Or 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's 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 they space fuck's on ya mind kid

For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up durin' these times
For police who'll find drugs let niggas slide
For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night

For your man's 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
It's been a realest shit you heard in your life

Songwriters
ALAN MAMAN / K. MUCHITA / AL JOHNSON / NATHANIEL WILSON / B. GASKINS

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