Текст песни Group Home f Jack the Ripper, Smiley - The Realness
Group Home f Jack the Ripper, Smiley - The Realness слова песни
Intro:Check it out "the realness"-Mobb DeepYeah yeah. The foundation. B&B kid. 183rd.Smiley aka The Ghetto Child:Yo yo my mind rate metallurgy like a nigga upstateThat`s pushing mad years of crazy weightI penetrate the shit that you love to hateTime to meet your fate no time to negotiateI meditate in my roomHoldin` on map hopin` that a revolution is comin` soonThe smoke consumes my brothers holdin` grudgesWalkin` in courts I and throw ? at the judgesAnd my cousin is on the run from `89The pigs came to my crib and saiid they found a bloody nineWith your fingerprints on the evidenceFuck that let`s go to the roof and bust off the macsI want a Lex and clean sex And every apartment furnishin` the whole projectsI don`t regret becomin` a MC My only regret the real Ghetto Child memoryMy 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 equippedLil` Dap:Yo I`ve been brakin` you brothers just to reach the topCan`t stop hip hop running through these veinsEast New York style one love to the streets Beatin` down all these rappers like cookers apon the beat Chicks like my T.L.C. cause they like the way I CreepWhen your man leave home I rock that ass to sleepIt`s a New York thing mad love from BrainsickWhen we`re walking through the ghetto and we`re poppin` some shitI`m on my way goin` home drinkin` a Heinagen Back to the destination where it all begin Get these motherfuckers off before I brake them inAnd for you fish ass niggas we`re not havin` itYo Nut you know the feelin` when things ain`t rightWhen these non fiction niggas start to rap on the micI keep shit to myself and keep it real with the gameFake niggas hang around but they get no fameCheck it out uhHook:"the realness" -scratchingMelachi The Nutcracker ?:Let me show you what the fucks goin` on in this so called gameI`ll leave you dead the only thing you feel is the painFrom the man collectin` elevatin` his stacksMy name is black if you front get your wig pushed backI speak the truth plus I keep it sharf for my famLike Conan choppin` niggas up on this jam The beat is cook so stupid niggas open your eyesI`m on the rise check it Brainsick EnterpriseI keep it movin` and can`t shit hold me backI`m on your map I bet you didn`t even know thatSlow your role ease back up don`t play boldCause if you see me black the star I got total controlComin` through with the Sick yeah we click click clickMe and my partner Jack the Ripper yeah we on some shitAnd I know you can`t hang so don`t ride my dickCause I "comes equipped" with that Brainsick shitJack The Ripper:I go deep into my mind and then I starts to flipBlowin` up ain`t shit watch your bitch get hitFrom the brainstorm so let it storm let it stormWhen my lyrics digest and rip through your fuckin` chestSo while you sweatin` I be wreckin` plus I can`t be stoppedI wanna rule hip hop an blow a hole in the chartKeep it movin` cause you know Jack do it rightFlippin` mic after mic then I call it the nightSo what`s my destination? Yo to make it not fake itLivin` in this fuckin` world is like total dominationTo all my niggas in the east yo Ray rest in peaceMake your heart skip a bet because my sound is uniqueNo hesitation because your ass will get hitSo I will take yours and I will take hisNow you niggas now what the fuck the real isHook