Song Lyrics Real Live - Real Live Shit Remix    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> R>> Real Live Singer Lyrics [Real Live other resources]>> Real Live Shit Remix Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Real Live Music Title/Track: Real Live Shit Remix Theme ID: 6941 Album: N/A f/ Cappadonna, Ghostface, Killa Sin, Lord Tariq [Ghostface Killah] God body represent this shit without a shotty That's my word, youknowhatI'msayin Verbal intercourse, youknowI'msayin [Cappadonna] Chorus: Hot rock slang, reversable talk Sound check, architect, mega talks yo Alphabet kings politic quick We on some real live thug shit [Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, break down's the law, cats walk away holdin they jaws Wishin they had drawers, tossed posters plus sneaky stores Balls be gettin licked kid on whatever airline Restroom style courtesy from stewardess, the bitch washed mine Sell box nine never been popped, now his bill's shocked It's real it be hittin me things def made the store hot Jewels link, niggas beam, whole team labelled wally king Goldie poured a beer, Johnny's man dot him with the green World's greatest, Las Vegas played us, rap crusadest Casino champs, Gods sport the latest Today's math, fuck nuthin but ass, take Cristal baths Go half on his robbery, you wind up on Johnny Cash Kid's invicible, back to back screws, Wu's suspenseful You get lynched, start to play it cool Like a man, like a night out, whitey's callin me like a double date Alkies get his shank so it's wine inside Hostess cakes Yo my man, check the marble or get deaded You bust a big shot and the big bullet was unleaded Word up, yeah, bounty killer [Lord Tariq] Yo I'm elected by a landslide, well known, heaven sent element That shit you talk's irrelevant, got power like the president My dialogue's benevolent, no question I'm connected got a Gift for stick-up and late night coke pick ups Money talk gets my dick up, especially drug related Money boss contemplated, Bronx blocks complicated New York by us so don't try us Mad corrupted minds for mad corrupted times Thank God I had rhymes I be the rapper who be hustlin the black entrepreneur Openin doors for the poor though it's against the law Livin the climate for a killin smack the law and fuck your order Some others watch your daughters, it's a slaughter In the world of scramblers and gamblers, dicks and dykes Long cars and caviar, you know the project star I give a penny for your thoughts, hey a nickle for touch So stop beatin round the bush and give it to me The way you look is goin through me Sue me, takin everything I got and Plottin animosity for my property Got me and lock me away from the world I'm wonderin who's puttin use to my money and my girl [Cappadonna] Chorus (2x) [Killa Sin] Check it, yo Thoughts collaborate with gun talk, shatter weak force My strategy's stalk for casualities walk They tragically caught a cavity in they anatomy Assault and battery for havin me Believin that they bad, in actuality they cavalry's butter soft Niggas runnin off with the gun and talk Loose lips, slip the fucker two clips to shut him off (blaow) So sweet dreams to your weak team, I heat fiend's ass to rest See who pass the test and guns that blast the best You never win against Killa Sin, you're similar to Gilligan We're feelin his ass, not worth the mentionin Like snatchin pocketbooks and claimin bodies that you didn't catch Aimin empty glocks at niggas' necks without intent to wet You just a wannabe, gonna be dead nigga In front of me with no abundancy amongst your currency Flat broke, sellin lady powder maybe even flour Last thing I heard a fiend that flips over a baby shower [Larry-O] Yo I remember gettin ganked, staggerin on the plank Dwellin on the edge, full fledged, grabbin for bank Auto pounds touchin clowns, DT's clock rounds For slick was in the SL, forty shells hit the ground 55 on the Belt, fifty grand in my belt Then I swerve to New Jers, that's where Iceberg melt It was a ruthless type of homicide, this is the drama side Porcelin nine milli slugs tear up your insides Venomous vocabulary, mad niggas heard it Got annointed like the Juice, two minutes before the verdict Who make a claim, who movin caine on trains Slick lines is open, out of state kids give me the lane Def flip the track, cut the rhyme like quanines Stampin undertaker and the slums is mine nigga [Cappadonna] Chorus (2x) [Larry-O] Real Live up in this piece, the remix Word up, Wu-Gambino representin Tony Starks, yeah yeah Cappadon doin his thing Killa Sin, hit em, hit em kid Yeah, Lord Tariq, get nice dude Uh, K-Def, knowImean, keep questin em dunn Related Lyrics Random lyrics: Come And Get Your Love, Deep In the Night, How Deep Is Your Love?, I Want You, If You Should Ever Be Lonely, If You Should Ever Be Lonely (Deep In the Night), Its On You, Je Suis Amoureux, Look At Me, Look At Me Now, Love And Devotion, Megablast, Nite To Remember O Jay Solo, One More Time, Ooh Boy, Operator, Out Of Control, Rhythm Is A Dancer, Run Away, 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