Tha Realness Lyrics
| Song | Tha Realness |
| Artist | Group Home |
| Album | Livin' Proof |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Felder, Heath, Martin | |
| (feat. Jack the Ripper, Smiley) | |
| [Intro:] | |
| Check it out "the realness" [Mobb Deep] | |
| Yeah yeah. The foundation. B&B kid. 183rd. | |
| [Smiley aka The Ghetto Child:] | |
| 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 ? at the judges | |
| And my cousin is on the run from '89 | |
| The pigs came to my crib and saiid 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 | |
| [Lil' Dap:] | |
| Yo I've been brakin' you brothers just to reach the top | |
| Can't stop hip hop running through these veins | |
| East 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 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 Heinagen | |
| 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 | |
| [Hook:] | |
| [scratching] "the realness" | |
| [Melachi The Nutcracker ?:] | |
| 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 | |
| [Jack The Ripper:] | |
| 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 | |
| [Hook] |
| zuo qu : Felder, Heath, Martin | |
| feat. Jack the Ripper, Smiley | |
| Intro: | |
| Check it out " the realness" Mobb Deep | |
| Yeah yeah. The foundation. B B kid. 183rd. | |
| Smiley aka The Ghetto Child: | |
| 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 nbsp? at the judges | |
| And my cousin is on the run from ' 89 | |
| The pigs came to my crib and saiid 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 | |
| Lil' Dap: | |
| Yo I' ve been brakin' you brothers just to reach the top | |
| Can' t stop hip hop running through these veins | |
| East 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 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 Heinagen | |
| 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 | |
| Hook: | |
| scratching " the realness" | |
| Melachi The Nutcracker nbsp?: | |
| 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 | |
| Jack The Ripper: | |
| 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 | |
| Hook |
| zuò qǔ : Felder, Heath, Martin | |
| feat. Jack the Ripper, Smiley | |
| Intro: | |
| Check it out " the realness" Mobb Deep | |
| Yeah yeah. The foundation. B B kid. 183rd. | |
| Smiley aka The Ghetto Child: | |
| 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 nbsp? at the judges | |
| And my cousin is on the run from ' 89 | |
| The pigs came to my crib and saiid 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 | |
| Lil' Dap: | |
| Yo I' ve been brakin' you brothers just to reach the top | |
| Can' t stop hip hop running through these veins | |
| East 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 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 Heinagen | |
| 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 | |
| Hook: | |
| scratching " the realness" | |
| Melachi The Nutcracker nbsp?: | |
| 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 | |
| Jack The Ripper: | |
| 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 | |
| Hook |
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