Screwball - On The Real lyrics

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Screwball - On The Real lyrics

Chorus: On the real, all you crab n***as know the deal Exclusive, queensbridge coming with that new sh** On the real, all you crab n***as know the deal Exclusive, queensbridge coming with that new sh** On the real, all you crab n***as know the deal Exclusive, queensbridge coming with that new sh** [havoc] Yo, infamous mobb on they job, 41st side originators Smackin fake players, strugglin to cop gators Frontin with, ice grill metal down off the impost You know the deal, nyc official battlefield ??? up on d**h, can't hear your squad is affused to heal Permantly scarred, n***as from here to hill Non-religous, who with the gods, yes you know i bill you Their standpoint, keep an open mind, like a dime shorty My rhymes is two to five, the route to mine, tanted aspects Yell timber, you gettin chopped by my gortex Disect, tap ya ?jap? plus your chicken, we rippin Ship from ny to north click, lotto pick Budweiser, make you piss, scared to d**h On your own self, the infamous Chorus [kl] Now its verbal abuse 'cuz the mic's in use To y'all sorry excuse, get'cha neck put in a nuese Kl's quick to let loose to make your blood count reduce Over the snare drum, we reproduce like cum Impragnatin' the track to make it fatter than it was Givin life to ideas, through the verse is what it does [poet] We see a close call, about two clicks from my fortress We roll a squad deep on the kawasaki horses Queensbridge's got the drop on y'all n***as tryin to toss us We metal down time to show these clowns who the boss is [kamikaze] We live for this sh**, ain't tryin to take no loses Accumulatin too much cream for you to touch f**in welcome to my clutches Wipe the blood up off my chucka's From the ruckus, you gone, and your crew still love us Can't call it, i'm in love with this good life sh** I'm workin with j**els, cars, chicken clits, payin rent Morg presidents, runnin wild, stackin in piles Onyx pendants and ruby down sh** from the nile Kamikaze style, tote the antique three pound Yo 'mega, lets cop this brick and let the mobb supply the town Chorus [cormega] Begotti rims on a yukon denali, j**els on my body The type that make the trife'est n***as move on somebody Where my ice is glitter My nine'll f**in terminate you ghetto license n***a I know you heard about my gold chain chokin me Cocaine provokin me, boo from peru with my llelo in her ovary Y'all n***as front, i rule in the hood My sons in the hood, i rock my j**els in the hood Got guns in the hood for makin moves in the hood Hit is on, theres anotha funeral in the hood You know the deal, test me, get hit directly This little n***a pack big heat, like joe peschi Flow deadly, y'all n***as don't impress me My four-four's above the law, police won't arrest me My n***as at the corna stores, hustlin, go for yours Lifes a b**h, and i'm gonna run up in it raw n***a Chorus