Mobb Deep - Keeping It Real [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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)