Roots of Evil
The Realest
Kool G Rap
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[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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