On The Real Lyrics - Cormega

[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 

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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 

Photos 

[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 shit 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 ass you know the deal 

[Nas and Cormega] 

On the real 

chorus 4x