Keeping It Real

[Verse 1: Prodigy] I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man And learned to use my hands for protection In scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles I'm coming from Queens motherfucker carrying guns in couples And wilding, a Q-U soldier From Lefrak to Rockaway back to Queensbridge Black it's only crack sales makin niggas act like that Back in the days we could scrap, now you lay on your back As things changed with time I traded in my knuckles for a Mac-10 And rather live the life of crime With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two It's live Boo start shit too wild for you Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P get down And when you outta town represent your ground Them niggas bleed just like us so show em where we come from Queens; leavin niggas done Son [Hook] To all my peoples locked up from Queens doing time, we still (keeping it real, packing steel, getting high) Playing the street game, the only way to get by is (keeping it real, packing steel, getting high) (x2) [Verse 2: Havoc] As we sling on the corners like we always do Son get that loot quick, spending dough like I never had shit I'm living large pushin luxury cars Though that shit is outta reach, anybody in my wake gets scarred Permanently bed-ridden And if you're pussy, then motherfucker get in where you fit in As I walk around the streets Son I got mad beef, I'mma blast you before you blast me That's my philosophy cause nowadays you gotta be relentless Grab my Mac and slap a nigga senseless Don't try to play me if you do you better D.O.A. me Son I got em shook grab a little baby for shields You got drama run for shelter for real Pour some beer for the ill ain't no time to chill Hit em up cause I'm quick to erupt like this Wet 'em up with the MAC scratch em off my list Show em, the real meaning of drama you never had it Til you bumped heads with the Havoc Ain't nuttin' soft or sweet, I lift you off your feet When I cock back the heat, whole crews retreat [P] Foundation ((keeping it real, packing steel, getting high)) The Queens Nation (keeping it real, packing steel, getting high) [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodigy] Everything is real inside my mind; these days You can't make it if you ain't affiliated with crime A lifetime of street living Throughout the beef I've accumulated many slugs have been given But wilding ain't the way to be living You're only gonna end up bloody on a floor shivering Or locked up, caught inside the beast Meanwhile on the street saying no more peace My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own In a cell locked down not far from home And at the same time on the outside I'm representing Still packin heat make you cowards keep stepping Getting high, it's cause of the lye, I can't lie I could move the crowd poppin slugs in the sky Why come around if you afraid of what's over here My man Havoc put the bug in my ear It's only facts coming out of my mouth piece As far as I can see these streets is getting sour Q, U, too much drama to get into And niggas regret when they begin to Regardless of your name or what you been through Pause for a second, open your eyes and think dude Life ain't the game that it seems to be Fuck a fantasy I'm leaving in reality Caught up in this untouchable mentality Hit you up bad, make you loose a few calories I need to slow down, movin through life at a high speed Watchin all the slow runners pass by me I can see through you, due to, my Queens education Speaking in behalf of this drug-game nation The Foundation, the Queens nation [Hook] [Verse 4: Havoc] Living in this hell hole, a place that I call home But check my dough and nine, ain’t nobody taking mine It’s a high price trying to live a full life Yo it’s a struggle invite, living through these trife nights Drama everywhere I turn, kid watch your back It’s the liquor talking to him making him act like that In this year of the 9-4, it’s more real than ever Ain’t nobody t[???] in the land of the terror Niggas catching strays, you’ll be lucky if you get grazed I’m out to get paid, making loot in quick ways Access the sex, pushing Acs across state And Buddha make it on time to my court date My destiny’ll be the death of me, to walk the light To a slug that moves niggas, so put that in your pipe Don’t ever get caught dozing in the mist of the action Stuck without hoes and broken down to a fraction Cause times a change, got to endure the pain So I’m (keeping it real, packing steel, getting high)