Tytuł: The realness

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   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:
  "the realness" -scratching
  
  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