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cormega - on the real lyrics

[nas]
yea (house of hits)
finally up in this n-gg-
on the real, all you crab n-gg-s know the deal
on the real, all you crab n-gg-s know the deal
to my seed, may i lead you into no breed of evil
in the categories and stories i breed my sequel
you know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22’s
monkey see, monkey do
a shorty sipping sunny dew
now its v.s.o.p. in a g.s. thats mad smokey
murder tree’s, crusin gun in the stash so it won’t poke me
up in the marriot, sweet dirty tint, don’t make no noise cause we dirty
tell the ho’s to hurry in
we got the room lit up with perfume, and mad boom
and there’s video taping of booming -ss’s on the zooming lens
rolling on you non descript n-gg-s
your marked for death like colombians with bad c-ke that gip n-gg-s
tilt the dutch, twisting up the uwee if your skilled enough
in will we trust, salute the dead the nine mili’s bust

chorus
on the real all you crab n-gg-s know the deal
on the real all you crab n-gg-s know the deal 2x

[k-l from screwball]
now its verbal abuse cause the mic’s in use
this is your sorry excuse
get your neck put in a noose
k-l is quick to let loose, to make your blood count reduce
over the snare drum
we reproduce like c-m
impregnating the track, making it fatter than it was
giving life to idea
through the verse is what he does

[kamikaze]
see a close call about two clicks from my fortress
we rolling squad deep, on the kawasaki hourses
queensbridge got the drop on you n-gg-s trying to toss us
we metal down now its time to show these clowns who the boss is
we live for the sh-t, ain’t trying to take no lossess
acc-malating to much cream for you to touch
f-cking welcome to my clutches, wipe the blood on off my chuckers
from the ruckus
your gone and your crew still love us
can’t call it, i’m in love with this good life sh-t
i’m working with jewels, car, chicken cl-ts, paying rent
murdered presidents, running wild, stacking in piles
onyx pendants, and rubied down sh-t from the nile
kamikaze style, sought the antique three pound
yo nas, lets cop this brick and let the mobb supply the town

chorus 2x

[cormega]
(play some treats on us)
drugs in my shirtsleeve
the side bubble converti
eyes low cause the lye blow
five-oh know we dirty drive slow
write a line sipping a gl-ss of wine
the block is mine cause i am a live criminal mastermind
when i rhyme, i perfect this, niceness, i’m blessed with
exhale precise shine like cocian white
its the life of pablo, escobar n-gg-s i know
with diamond rolexes, that drive infinit’s and lexus
so send my enimies a message
my tommy hilfiger vest, is bullet proof, so when n-gg-s shoot
i’m still protected
so never ask why i write so violent
my brain storm formed on a dorm in rikers island
i remained calm while you tried to bite my style and
when i performed n-gg-s mic’s went silent
to the kid who made my man ill will bless this
(on the real)
when i catch up to your -ss you know the deal

[nas and cormega]
on the real

chorus 4x

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