Tha Realness Lyrics - The Group Home

Check it out, the realness 

Yeah, yeah 

The foundation, B&B kid, 183rd 

Yo, yo, my mind rate metallurgy like a nigga upstate 

That's pushing mad years of crazy weight 

I penetrate the shit 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 bloody nine 

With your fingerprints on the evidence 

Fuck that let's go to the roof and bust off the macs 

I want a Lex and clean sex 

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 ass to sleep 

It's a New York thing mad love from Brainsick 

When we're walking through the ghetto and we're poppin' some shit 

I'm on my way goin' home drinkin' a Heineken 

Back to the destination where it all begin 

'Get these motherfuckers off before I brake them in 

And for you fish ass niggas we're not havin' it 

Yo, Nut, you know the feelin' when things ain't right 

When these non fiction niggas start to rap on the mic 

I keep shit to myself and keep it real with the game 

Fake niggas hang around but they get no fame, check it out, uh 

The realness 

Let me show you what the fucks 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' niggas up on this jam 

The beat is cook so stupid niggas open your eyes 

I'm on the rise check it Brainsick Enterprise 

I keep it movin' and can't shit 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 shit 

And I know you can't hang so don't ride my dick 

'Cause I comes equipped with that Brainsick shit 

I go deep into my mind and then I starts to flip 

Blowin' up ain't shit watch your bitch get hit 

From the brainstorm so let it storm let it storm 

When my lyrics digest and rip through your fuckin' 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 fuckin' world is like total domination 

To all my niggas in the east yo Ray rest in peace 

Make your heart skip a bet because my sound is unique 

No hesitation because your ass will get hit 

So I will take yours and I will take his 

Now you niggas now what the fuck the real is 

The realness