Текст (слова) песни: Cormega - On the Real

[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 22`s
Monkey see, Monkey do
A shorty sipping sunny dew
Now its V.S.O.P. in a G.S. thats 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 ass`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 its 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 its time to show these clowns who the boss is
We live for the shit, Ain`t 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
Can`t call it, I`m in love with this good life shit
I`m 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 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 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 4x

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Cormega - On the Real [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 22`s Monkey see, Monkey do A shorty sipping sunny dew Now its V.S.O.P. in a G.S. thats 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 ass`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 its 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 its time to show these clowns who the boss is We live for the shit, Ain`t 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 Can`t call it, I`m in love with this good life shit I`m 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 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 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 4x Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни On the Real: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/21955.html Все тексты песен: Cormega » Cormega - R U My Nigga? » Cormega - Beautiful Mind » Cormega - Coco Butter » Cormega - The Saga » Cormega - Bring it Back » Cormega - Endangered Species » Cormega - American Beauty » Cormega - Testament (Original Version) » Cormega - A Thin Line » Cormega - Ain`t Gone Change » Cormega - Ain`t Gone Change » Cormega - Dramatic Entrance » Cormega - Testament » Cormega - Introspective » Cormega - Live Ya Life » Cormega - Take These Jewels » Cormega - `62 Pick Up » Cormega - A Slick Response » Cormega - Poetry » Cormega - Fuck Nas and Nature Рекомендуем скачать: » Юрий Ковшов - Вперед и с песней! » Юрий Вайханский - За книгой » Юлия Мешковая - Печален молчальник, начавший путь... » Юрий Панюшкин - Море » Юля Началова - Ты теряешь любовь » Юлия Каденко - Позовите сюда мудрецов и устройте им пир... » Юрий Лорес - Ты, запахом жасмина опьянив... » Юрий Панюшкин - Зачем тебе, душенька, запахи лета... » Юрий Визбор - Заканчивай, приятель, ночевать... » Юрий Лорес - Песенка виноторговца » Юрий Гарин - Прогулки по Москве » Юта - Одна » Юлий Ким - Павелецкий вокзал » Юрий Визбор, Григорий Гладков - Песня об огне » Юлия Поливанова - Все, что осталось мне... » Юрий Устинов - Горячка первый сорт... » Юрий Устинов - Осень » Юрий Харченко - Во имя Отца » Юрий Панюшкин - Еще не уносит во мглу... » Юрий Визбор - По ущелью тропка вьется...
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