Real Live Shit (Remix) (Feat. Ghostface Killa, Cappadonna, Lord Tarik & Killa Sin)

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 Beatdowns galore, kids walk away holding they jaws Wishin they had yours, tours posters plus sneaker stores Balls be gettin licked kid on whatever airline Restroom style courtesy from stewardess, the bitch washed mine Shellbox nines never been popped, Knowledge Bill shots Israelis be hittin me, Ting's death made the store hot Jewels gleam, niggas beam, whole team labelled wally king Goldie bought a pair, Chinese man dot him with the green World's greatest, Las Vegas payed us, rap crusaders Casino champs, Gods sport the latest Today's math, fuck nothing but ass, take Cristal baths Go half on this robbery, we run up on Johnny Cash Kid's invicible, back to back screws, Wu's suspenseful You get lynched, Starks will play it cool like a mint Like a night out, whitey's callin me like a double date Alkies get the shanks, yo it's swine inside Hostess cakes Yo my man, check the moral or get deaded You bust a shot and that 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, 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 stars I give a penny for your thoughts, pay a nickle for tush 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 locked 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, 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, my heat feeds ya ass to rest See who pass the test of guns that blast the best You never win against Killa Sin, you're similar to Gilligan We're fillin 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, 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, you nice duke Uh, K-Def, knowImean, keep bustin em dunn