On The Real lyrics

Artist  : Cormega 
Song : On The Real



 Send "On The Real" Ringtone to your Cell 

 featuring  Nas, Screwball

[NAS]
Yea (House of Hits)
Finally up in this nigga
On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
On the real, all you crab niggas 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 ass's on the
zooming lens
Rolling on you non descript niggas
Your marked for death like colombians with bad
coke that gip niggas
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 niggas know the deal
On the Real all you crab niggas 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 cum
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 niggas trying to
toss us
 
We metal down now its time to show these clowns
who the boss is
We live for the shit, Ain't trying to take no
lossess
Accumalating to much cream for you to touch
f**king 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
shit
I'm working with jewels, car, chicken clits,
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 glass 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 niggas 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
niggas 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 niggas mic's went silent
To the kid who made my man ill will bless this
(On the real)
When I catch up to your as* you know the deal

[Nas and Cormega]
On the real

chorus 4x