Текст песни Cormega - On the Real, слова песни Cormega

Текст песни Cormega - On the Real

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[NAS]Yea (House of Hits)Finally up in this niggaOn the real, all you crab niggas know the dealOn the real, all you crab niggas know the dealTo my seed, May I lead you into no breed of evilIn the categories and stories I breed my sequelYou know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22`sMonkey see, Monkey doA shorty sipping sunny dewNow its V.S.O.P. in a G.S. thats mad smokeyMurder tree`s, Crusin gun in the stash so it won`t poke meUp in the Marriot, Sweet dirty tint, Don`t make no noise cause we dirtyTell the ho`s to hurry inWe got the room lit up with perfume, and mad boomAnd there`s video taping of booming ass`s on the zooming lensRolling on you non descript niggasYour marked for death like colombians with bad coke that gip niggasTilt the dutch, twisting up the uwee if your skilled enoughIn Will we trust, salute the dead the nine mili`s bustChorusOn the Real all you crab niggas know the dealOn the Real all you crab niggas know the deal 2x[K-L from ScrewBall]Now its verbal abuse cause the mic`s in useThis is your sorry excuseGet your neck put in a nooseK-L is quick to let loose, to make your blood count reduceOver the snare drumWe reproduce like cumImpregnating the track, making it fatter than it wasGiving life to ideaThrough the verse is what he does[Kamikaze]See a close call about two clicks from my fortressWe rolling squad deep, on the Kawasaki hoursesQueensBridge got the drop on you niggas trying to toss usWe metal down now its time to show these clowns who the boss isWe live for the shit, Ain`t trying to take no lossessAccumalating to much cream for you to touchFucking welcome to my clutches, wipe the blood on off my chuckersFrom the ruckusYour gone and your crew still love usCan`t call it, I`m in love with this good life shitI`m working with jewels, car, chicken clits, paying rentMurdered Presidents, running wild, stacking in pilesOnyx pendants, and Rubied down shit from the nileKamikaze style, sought the antique three poundYo Nas, lets cop this brick and let the mobb supply the townChorus 2x[Cormega](Play some treats on us)Drugs in my shirtsleeveThe side bubble convertiEyes low cause the lye blowFive-oh know we dirty drive slowWrite a line sipping a glass of wineThe block is mine cause I am a live criminal mastermindWhen I rhyme, I perfect this, niceness, I`m blessed withExhale precise shine like cocian whiteIts the life of Pablo, Escobar niggas I knowWith diamond rolexes, that drive infinit`s and lexusSo send my enimies a messageMy Tommy Hilfiger vest, is bullet proof, so when niggas shootI`m still protectedSo never ask why I write so violentMy brain storm formed on a dorm in Rikers IslandI remained calm while you tried to bite my style and When I performed niggas mic`s went silentTo 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 realchorus 4x

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