On The Real - Clean Album Version

(On the. On the. On the)
 (On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
 (On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
 (On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
 (On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
 (On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
 Finally up in this nigga
 Let's pay homage to Illmatic
 Let's put the crown where it's at
 10 years
 Never been done this real by nobody
 To my seed, may I lead you into no greed or evil
 In the categories of stories I breed my sequel
 You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's
 Monkey see, monkey do
 Shorty sipping sunny dew
 Now it's V.S.O.P. in a phantom, mad smoky
 Murder trees, cruisin gat in the stash so it won't poke me
 Up in the Trump Plaza, Suite 3010, don't make no noise cause we dirty
 Tell them hoes hurry in
 We got the room lit up with perfume, and mad boom
 And there's video taping bloomin ass's on the zoomin lens
 Rollin on you nondescript niggaz
 You're marked for death like Colombians with bad coke that gyp niggaz
 Tilt the dutch, twisted up the uwee if you're skilled enough
 In will we trust, salute the dead the nine mili busts
 (On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
 That verse is 10 years old, 9½ years old
 Street's Disciple
 The Rebirth comin at you this year baby
 It's on baby
 Yeah
 To the hood, may this be the day that we pop them bottles
 This is mandatory, what if there's not tomorrow?
 You know the murder rate, jealousy, you heard 'em say
 He say, she say, I'm bout cheddar, he don't deserve to make
 Sippin clear liquor with niggaz, that talk sideways
 Listenin close, to every word in case they violate
 Up in the projects Apartment 5D
 Spark a lea' it's bout da reed, countin everything the block see
 We bout to need to take the corners from them cowards
 Get it on so y'all can move more coke powder, by the hour
 Hold in case we gotta rip niggaz
 Loaded - Teflon coated projectiles'll flip niggaz
 From ninth grade to lightweight to grams to my mans with guns in hand
 Police vans, they missed the summers again
 (On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
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 (On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
 Yeah, power to the people
 Death to the phonies
 This beast to the mic 1 2 check
 Y'all fed-e-rallies on me
 And they look like you
 Approachin me like "How you, Homie?"
 The FBI see only one problem, they try to slump me
 After the young black male cuz he makes a lot of money
 So hustlers make crack sales cuz they deprived and hungry
 My country hates that I could run free state to state with hunnies
 While makin cake with real golded plate rims on Hum-V's
 The bush stroker, the kush smoker, nigga
 Just when you thought it was over look over your shoulders
 I'm 30 now, baby sip drinks and sip 'em slow
 Motto no stress, smokin less than I did befo'
 You see the kid was broke till I
 spitted vivid expressions of hard livin
 Ghetto children, of a lesser god,
 religion was fast women, expensive cars
 Y'all witnessin over 10 years - The best of Nas
 (On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
 (On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
 (On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
 (On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
 (On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
 (On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
 (On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
 (On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)