On The Real-G-Pack

On The Real - G-Pack [NAS] Yea (House of Hits) Finally up in this ni**a On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal To my seed, May I lead you into no breed of evil In the categories and stories I breed my sequel You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's Monkey see, Monkey do A shorty sipping sunny dew Now it's V.S.O.P. in a G.S. that's mad smokey Murder tree's, Crusin gun in the stash so it won't poke me Up in the Marriot, Sweet dirty tint, Don't make no noise cause we dirty Tell the ho's to hurry in We got the room lit up with perfume, and mad boom And there's video taping of booming a**'s on the zooming lens Rolling on you non descript niggas Your marked for death like colombians with bad coke that gip niggas Tilt the dutch, twisting up the uwee if your skilled enough In Will we trust, salute the dead the nine mili's bust Chorus On the Real all you crab niggas know the deal On the Real all you crab niggas know the deal 2x [K-L from ScrewBall] Now it's verbal abuse cause the mic's in use This is your sorry excuse Get your neck put in a noose K-L is quick to let loose, to make your blood count reduce Over the snare drum We reproduce like cum Impregnating the track, making it fatter than it was Giving life to idea Through the verse is what he does [Kamikaze] See a close call about two clicks from my fortress We rolling squad deep, on the Kawasaki hourses QueensBridge got the drop on you niggas trying to toss us We metal down now it's time to show these clowns who the boss is We live for the sh*t, Ain't trying to take no lossess Accumalating to much cream for you to touch F**king welcome to my clutches, wipe the blood on off my chuckers From the ruckus Your gone and your crew still love us Can't call it, I'm in love with this good life sh*t I'm working with jewels, car, chicken clits, paying rent Murdered Presidents, running wild, stacking in piles Onyx pendants, and Rubied down sh*t from the nile Kamikaze style, sought the antique three pound Yo Nas, lets cop this brick and let the mobb supply the town Chorus 2x [Cormega] (Play some treats on us) Drugs in my shirtsleeve The side bubble converti Eyes low cause the lye blow Five-oh know we dirty drive slow Write a line sipping a glass of wine The block is mine cause I am a live criminal mastermind When I rhyme, I perfect this, niceness, I'm blessed with Exhale precise shine like cocian white Its the life of Pablo, Escobar niggas I know With diamond rolexes, that drive infinit's and lexus So send my enimies a message My Tommy Hilfiger vest, is bullet proof, so when niggas shoot I'm still protected So never ask why I write so violent My brain storm formed on a dorm in Rikers Island I remained calm while you tried to bite my style and When I performed niggas mic's went silent To the kid who made my man I'll will bless this (On the real) When I catch up to your a** you know the deal [Nas and Cormega] On the real Chorus 4x