Tha Realness

Lyrics

[Intro: Smiley the Ghetto Child, Prodigy sample] Check it out... "The realness..." Yeah, yeah The Foundation D&D, kid 183rd [Verse 1: Smiley aka The Ghetto Child, Prodigy sample] Yo, yo, my mind rate mentality 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' a MAC, hopin' that a revolution is coming soon The smoke consumes my brothers holdin' grudges Walkin' in courts and throwin' bomb threats at the judges And my cousin is on the run from '89 The pigs came to my crib and said 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 furnished in the whole projects I don't regret becomin' a MC My only regret the real Ghetto Child memory My man Lil' Dap ("comes equipped") Yeah, Nutcracker, yo ("comes equipped") Yeah, Brainsick Mob ("comes equipped") A Mob, yo ("comes equipped") [Verse 2: Lil' Dap] Yo, I've been breakin' 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 upon the beat Chicks like my TLC, '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 Heineken Back to the destination where it all begin Get these motherfuckers off before I break 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 [Prodigy sample, scratched by DJ Premier] "The realness" [Verse 3: Blackstarr of Brainsick, Prodigy sample] Let me show you what the fuck's goin' on in this so-called game I'll leave you dead, the only thing you'll 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 sharp for my fam Like Conan, choppin' niggas up on this jam The beat is cooked so stupid, niggas, open your eyes I'm on the rise, check it Brainsick Enterprize 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 roll, ease back up, don't play bold 'Cause if you see me, Black E Starr, 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 [Verse 4: Jack The Ripper of Brainsick] 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 and blow a hole in the chart So 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 beat, 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 [Prodigy sample, scratched by DJ Premier] "The realness"