Havoc, Cormega, Screwball - On the Real lyrics

[Havoc, Cormega, Screwball - On the Real lyrics]

On the real
All you crab niggas know the deal
Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with
That new shit on the real
All you crab niggas know the deal
Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with
That new shit on the real
All you crab niggas know the deal
Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with
That new shit

Yo, Infamous Mobb on they job
41st side originators
Smackin fake players, strugglin to cop gators
Frontin with
Ice grill metal down off the impost
You know the deal, NYC official battlefield
? up on death
Can't hear your squad is affused to heal
Permantly scarred, niggas from here to hill
Non-religous, who with the gods
Yes you know I bill you
Their standpoint, keep an open mind
Like a dime shorty
My rhymes is two to five, the route to mine
Tanted aspects
Yell timber, you gettin chopped by my gortex
Disect, tap ya?jap? plus your chicken
We rippin
Ship from NY to North Click, lotto pick
Budweiser, make you piss, scared to death
On your own self, the Infamous

Now it's verbal abuse 'cuz the mic's in use
To y'all sorry excuse
Get'cha neck put in a nuese
KL's quick to let loose to
Make your blood count reduce
Over the snare drum, we reproduce like cum
Impragnatin' the track to make it
Fatter than it was givin life to ideas
Through the verse is what it does

We see a close call
About two clicks from my fortress
We roll a squad deep on the Kawasaki horses
Queensbridge's got the drop on y'all
Niggas tryin to toss us
We metal down time to show these
Clowns who the boss is

We live for this shit
Ain't tryin to take no loses
Accumulatin too much cream for you to touch
Fuckin welcome to my clutches
Wipe the blood up off my chucka's
From the ruckus, you gone
And your crew still love us can't call it
I'm in love with this good life shit
I'm workin with jewels
Cars, chicken clit's, payin rent
Morg presidents, runnin wild
Stackin in piles onyx pendants and ruby down
Shit from the nile
Kamikaze style, tote the antique three pound
Yo 'Mega, lets cop this brick and let
The Mobb supply the town

Begotti rims on a Yukon Denali
Jewels on my body
The type that make the trife'est
Niggas move on somebody
Where my ice is glitter
My nine'll fuckin terminate you
Ghetto license nigga
I know you heard about my
Gold chain chokin me cocaine provokin me
Boo from Peru with my llelo in her ovary
Y'all niggas front, I rule in the hood
My sons in the hood
I rock my jewels in the hood
Got guns in the hood for
Makin moves in the hood
Hit is on, theres anotha funeral in the hood
You know the deal, test me, get hit directly
This little nigga pack big Heat
Like Joe Peschi
Flow deadly, y'all niggas don't impress me
My four-four's above the law
Police won't arrest me
My niggas at the corna stores, hustlin
Go for yours lifes a bitch
And I'm gonna run up in it raw nigga

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