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Group Home - The Realness lyrics

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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

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Language: English

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