Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Realness, artist - Cormega.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Realness |
Heh heh, yea |
Hahahaha, right |
Part the crowd like the Red Sea |
Don’t even tempt me We want to kill you (My niggas fight to this) |
We want to kill you (My niggas fight to this) |
We want to kill you (My niggas fight to this) |
We want to kill you (Y'all creeps can’t dig this) |
Aiyyo, peace to our way of life, hats off to all the trife |
This holster’s for the autos and foot-long knives |
Especially for stacks of greenbacks |
My outfit’ll perform, so blow all stain raps |
Now lemme take y’all niggas back to my basics of this |
Your anxious to flip fag, catch a facelift |
My shank do remarkable things for fakeness |
My whole mob got the same patience |
Throw on your track Asics, and make moves like a spaceship |
We pack places, Infamous bangs your nation |
You’re light at the weight station, that weak shit need replacin |
Put this in heavy rotation |
Overdose music, it’s theraputic to the user |
Drive awhile under the influence of this |
Careful 'cause you might just crash and shit |
Total your whip and still pull my tape out your deck |
Me and Mobb tryna connect, like thirty-thousand dollar links |
Unpopable, unstopable, topple |
Yo, yo My drug clientele was bringin’me money well |
Smokin’buddha, L’s, and weed so good they leave a funny smell |
Niggas scopin’me, hopin’police is close to me Mega regulatin', the way shit supposed to be Gold chain chokin’me, cocaine provokin’me |
To live my destiny, jacuzzi waters soakin’me |
Floatin in a smokin Durango, doin my thing yo My mac-milli (what?) sweeter than a mango |
Son you know the drilly, the drama is a part of me Did time for, cocaine, knives, and armed robbery |
My rhyme rid graffiti as a live nigga prophecy |
Mega poetic, rhymes are like dimes but no credit |
I’ll leave your mind paralyzed dunn, but don’t wet it Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for drama |
And I embrace this spray shit, you banned from the projects |
Your love here (fuck it) ain’t shit, yo I’ma see you |
Nigga you transparent, see through rhymes, fully automated |
You semi-crime related, Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazin' |
Thug shit you can’t fuck with, what |
Fuck your bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet |
Talkin’all that shit, don’t even got cash yet |
Our flaws, try to get away no gats tossed |
Got drama with my clique I’ma take it to the source |
QBC representive, I’m just tryin to live |
If I can’t get to you, I’ma take it to your kids |
Spray your crib, fuck it son, somethin’gotta give |
If I can’t live, then ain’t nothin’gonna live |
That’s dead ass, 'bout to put this whole shit in the smash |
You real? |
Hit that ass up with 4 wheels |
The? |
darkside?, you gonna squeal, like them other rappers |
You know we kick the truth, you wanna clap us I got this, strictly out the mouth, nothin’but hot shit |
Pop shit, couldn’t fuck this when we drop shit |
You helpless, put your whole shit outta service |
We don’t smoke shit (Thank God for this) |
Yo if it wasn’t, for niggas like us, you’d just be assed up Hustlin’for petty get cats (come on now, you know I know) |
When it come to gats I’m a ho, never bite my tongue |
Let them playa haters know, how we comin' |
Straight comin’through while you runnin' |
Get dunnin', had that ass shakin’like a bitch when she comin' |
Wanted a mil, slipped that ass like a mickey |
It’s 50−50 fuckin’with this nigga, just come and get me |
(It's no doubt) |
We want to kill you (that's right) |
(It's no doubt) |
We want to kill you (that's right) |
(It's no doubt) |
We want to kill you (that's right) |
(It's no doubt) |
We want to kill you (that's right) |