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Real Live - Day You Die lyrics
[ Chorus ] From the day you're born... till the day you die If you're one of the poor ones, you just gotta work hard, you know what I mean A lot of pain, lot of sorrow, blood, sweat and tears [ Verse 1 ] I'm like a one man crew, a one man clique Iceberg Slick, sick like horror flicks I put a burner on a heat when I ( ? ) the street Nickel-plated poetry mad deep The intellect interacts with raps Cartel rocks well, baby, I'm strapped with gats Yo son, had to bounce cos the block was scorchin I'm camouflaged down like a Soldier Of Fortune I paralyze your mindstate Then crush your egg frame and watch your whole body break Look at yo' broke-ass clique on the corner Talkin shit about a nigga cos he does what he wanna Cousin, pull the record back counter-clock wise K-Def got the spliff lit spinnin with the red eye That's from all the lye he smoke Yo loc, time to go, Larry-O slit your throat Just for runnin your mouth you gots to fall Chill dog, no need to speedball I got everything under control Got the coke and a smoke, and we about to roll [ Chorus ] [ Verse 2 ] When the Real Live arrive y'all motherfuckers slept and slipped They slept on the architect of wreck The nigga with the lucci, coochie, clothes The sniper with a rifle fuckin up foes Seriously, not deliriously Son, you could be missin mysteriously Guns run through my crew like animals in a zoo Flippin coats, sippin Mot with nothing to do Karate niggaz, crushin niggaz for big figures They pay the price to wear ice You rollin with scared dice The streets got no room, saturated with tools I been a major player since niggaz were smokin Kools A mad felon breakin bread where murderers dwel |
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