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group home – tha realness lyrics

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check it out, the realness
yeah, yeah
the foundation, b&b kid, 183rd

yo, yo, my mind rate metallurgy like a n-gg- upstate
that’s pushing mad years of crazy weight
i penetrate the sh-t that you love to hate
time to meet your fate no time to negotiate

i meditate in my room, holdin’ on map
hopin’ that a revolution is comin’ soon
the smoke consumes my brothers holdin’ grudges
walkin’ in courts i and throw [unverified] at the judges

and my cousin is on the run from ’89
the pigs came to my crib and said they found a bl–dy nine
with your fingerprints on the evidence
f-ck that let’s go to the roof and bust off the macs

i want a lex and clean s-x
and every apartment furnishin’ the whole projects
i don’t regret becomin’ a mc
my only regret the real ghetto child memory

my man lil’ dap, comes equipped
mobb deep shook ones part 2
yeah, nut cracker, yo, comes equipped
yeah, brainsick mob, comes equipped
a mob, yo, comes equipped

yo, i’ve been brakin’ you brothers just to reach the top
can’t stop hip hop runnin’ through these veins
east new york style one love to the streets
beatin’ down all these rappers like cookers upon the beat

chicks like my t l c ’cause they like the way i creep
when your man leave home i rock that -ss to sleep
it’s a new york thing mad love from brainsick
when we’re walking through the ghetto and we’re poppin’ some sh-t

i’m on my way goin’ home drinkin’ a heineken
back to the destination where it all begin
‘get these motherf-ckers off before i brake them in
and for you fish -ss n-gg-s we’re not havin’ it

yo, nut, you know the feelin’ when things ain’t right
when these non fiction n-gg-s start to rap on the mic
i keep sh-t to myself and keep it real with the game
fake n-gg-s hang around but they get no fame, check it out, uh

the realness

let me show you what the f-cks goin’ on in this so called game
i’ll leave you dead the only thing you feel is the pain
from the man collectin’ elevatin’ his stacks
my name is black if you front get your wig pushed back

i speak the truth plus i keep it sharf for my fam
like conan choppin’ n-gg-s up on this jam
the beat is cook so stupid n-gg-s open your eyes
i’m on the rise check it brainsick enterprise

i keep it movin’ and can’t sh-t hold me back
i’m on your map i bet you didn’t even know that
slow your role ease back up don’t play bold
’cause if you see me black the star i got total control

comin’ through with the sick, yeah, we click, click, click
me and my partner jack the ripper, yeah, we on some sh-t
and i know you can’t hang so don’t ride my d-ck
’cause i comes equipped with that brainsick sh-t

i go deep into my mind and then i starts to flip
blowin’ up ain’t sh-t watch your b-tch get hit
from the brainstorm so let it storm let it storm
when my lyrics digest and rip through your f-ckin’ chest

so while you sweatin’, i be wreckin’ plus i can’t be stopped
i wanna rule hip hop an blow a hole in the chart
keep it movin’ ’cause you know, jack do it right
flippin’ mic after mic then i call it the night

so what’s my destination? yo, to make it not fake it
livin’ in this f-ckin’ world is like total domination
to all my n-gg-s in the east yo ray rest in peace
make your heart skip a bet because my sound is unique

no hesitation because your -ss will get hit
so i will take yours and i will take his
now you n-gg-s now what the f-ck the real is

the realness

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