Keep It Real
Young Bleed Lyrics

Yeah, huh, my boy Young Bleed in here, see-Loc in here, an you know the Colonel MP up in here
Master P is introducing the artists on the track, acknowledging their presence.

Nigga we gonna keep it real dawg, hustiln high, 'cause live niggas keep it Real young, can we keep it real Loc? Tryin not to spill no blood, if It's real show a nigga love, nigga.
Young Bleed is expressing his desire for authenticity and honesty, stating that real hustlers keep it real. He urges others to do the same and show love instead of resorting to violence.

Nigga it burns for gold that rose before me that was fakin' the funk, Long an behold I come to get it, so I'm takin' it in chunks, out to Lunch for brunch, maggots gonna munch in perpendicular, order money, man Slaughter, I write this shit that's good for you, how many mutha fuckas Must get dealt wit?
Young Bleed is frustrated with those who pretended to be something they weren't in the past. He is determined to take what he deserves and write music that's authentic and beneficial. He wonders how many people must be dealt with to achieve his goals.

Before someone kick down yo door, an leave you Helpless, is you feelin' my fear, feelin' my vibe, at the same time, I Dirty my theroy, clickin my tribe, tryin' ta claim mine, hush, What you discovered don't shake the rictor, my nigga, my nerve, go get The camera, get the picture,
Young Bleed is describing the fear he feels and his desire to protect himself and his tribe. He is determined to claim what's rightfully his but also wants to keep his plans secret. He urges his team to capture the moment and take photos to remember their journey.

I'm laughin' at why'all for tryin' to ball, Wit yo mug on me, movin' a million mutha fuckas strappin murder machine, I come dainty an benidine, so gimme mine, sippin great wine, polishin Pussy that's genuine, paralized to the format still smokin' blunts for Days, an mama's theroies an ways, got me prepared ha, niggas ain't Ready, but if it wasn't for the grace of God, they say you couldn't live Life against all odds, I know it's hard, but it's real though, I'm 'bout Ta peel out, everytime I touch somethin', what ya feel yo, nigga, give a Fuck if you bigga.
Young Bleed is unimpressed with those who flaunt their wealth and use violence. He prefers a more refined and dignified lifestyle but is still prepared to do what it takes to achieve his dreams. He celebrates his truer pleasures such as authentic experiences and the love of his family. He knows that living life in the face of adversity is hard but values authenticity above all else.

It be a piper push poundses, wit playas who want to rise, pick the pen Then ??? my rhyme, eh, so now I can make a leagal paper in this rap Game, at the first used to hear that boy playin' wit steel toys, now I'm Worse,
See-Loc is describing how he started off as a dealer, but now uses his writing skills to make money legally. He notes the contrast between his past (playing with weapons) and his present (making music).

can't break the curse, why'all laugh until I die, comin' from the Dirt, so watch a young hustler rise an shine, like the ghetto Mastermind, (bout it bout it) let em know, why do, doin' all that lyin'
See-Loc reflects on the challenges he faces due to his past and laments those who mock him for it. He is determined to succeed and be a master of his environment. He challenges those who deceive others and calls for honesty.

Ughh! I live my life of a youngsta wit money, to many, bitches Pandhandlers, beggas an dummies, tryin ta, steal my soul, I mean suck me Dry, for these 20 inch rims on my ghetto ride,
Master P reflects on his life as a young man with wealth, surrounded by people looking for handouts or taking advantage of him. He is frustrated with those who try to manipulate him to fulfill their materialistic desires.

I couldn't lose my life Tryin' to keep my shoes, sell my soul to the devil, in the ghetto you Lose, an ain't no, nigga gonna make it, fakin' the game, too many blacks Behind bars for fortune and fame,
Master P refuses to give up his soul or compromise his values for material things. He acknowledges the challenges black people face and the many who have lost their freedom trying to succeed by dishonest means.

I live, my life, readin' jail house Letters, I'm workin', money orders sendin weed through sweaters, I seen Mama's turn off of hustlas and killas, my last supper probably gonna be Wit fiends an dealers.
Master P notes the reality of life in the ghetto and the many people he knows who have been to jail. He works hard to make money and looks after his family, but is aware of the risks and challenges he faces. He fears that his last meal will be with drug addicts and sellers.