Artist: Screwball f/ Cormega, Havoc Album: Y2K Song: On the Real Typed by: Itsfinest@aol.com Chorus: On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit [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 death, can't hear your squad is affused to heal Permantly scarred, niggas 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 death 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 niggas tryin to toss us We metal down time to show these clowns who the boss is [Kamikaze] We live for this shit, ain't tryin to take no loses Accumulatin too much cream for you to touch Fuckin 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 shit I'm workin with jewels, cars, chicken clits, payin rent Morg presidents, runnin wild, stackin in piles Onyx pendants and ruby down shit 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, jewels on my body The type that make the trife'est niggas move on somebody Where my ice is glitter my nine'll fuckin terminate you ghetto license nigga I know you heard about my gold chain chokin me Cocaine provokin me, boo from Peru with my llelo in her ovary Y'all niggas front, I rule in the hood My sons in the hood, I rock my jewels 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 nigga pack big Heat, like Joe Peschi Flow deadly, y'all niggas don't impress me My four-four's above the law, police won't arrest me My niggas at the corna stores, hustlin, go for yours Lifes a bitch, and I'm gonna run up in it raw nigga Chorus