Представляем точный текст композиции "On The Real" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cormega . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «On The Real» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cormega передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cormega - "On The Real"
Lyrics to On The Real : (feat. Nas, Screwball) [NAS] Yea (House of Hits) Finally up in this nigga 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 22s Monkey see, Monkey do A shorty sipping sunny dew Now its V.S.O.P. in a G.S. thats mad smokey Murder trees, Crusin gun in the stash so it wont poke me Up in the Marriot, Sweet dirty tint, Dont make no noise cause we dirty Tell the hos to hurry in We got the room lit up with perfume, and mad boom And theres video taping of booming asss 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 milis bust [Chorus] On the Real all you crab niggas know the deal On the Real all you crab niggas know the deal [x2] [K-L from ScrewBall] Now its verbal abuse cause the mics 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 its time to show these clowns who the boss is We live for the shit, Aint trying to take no lossess Accumalating to much cream for you to touch Fucking welcome to my clutches, wipe the blood on off my chuckers From the ruckus Your gone and your crew still love us Cant call it, Im in love with this good life shit Im working with jewels, car, chicken clits, paying rent Murdered Presidents, running wild, stacking in piles Onyx pendants, and Rubied down shit from the nile Kamikaze style, sought the antique three pound Yo Nas, lets cop this brick and let the mobb supply the town [Chorus x2] [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, Im blessed with Exhale precise shine like cocian white Its the life of Pablo, Escobar niggas I know With diamond rolexes, that drive infinits and lexus So send my enimies a message My Tommy Hilfiger vest, is bullet proof, so when niggas shoot Im 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 mics went silent To the kid who made my man ill will bless this (On the real) When I catch up to your ass you know the deal [Nas and Cormega] On the real [chorus x4] [ On The Real Lyrics ]
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