Prodigy Of Mobb Deep - "The Realness" lyrics

[Intro: George S. Patton] I don't want to get any messages saying that “We are holding out position.” We're not holding anything! Let the Hun do that We are advancing constantly! [Hook: Prodigy] Yo on some real sh** They wish they could live like this They all stuck off the realness They pray they could be this good Bend down on some real sh** They wish they could live like this They all stuck off the realness They pray they could be this good good good [Verse 1: Realm Reality] On the FDR city lights paying any cost Chain heavy bezzy floss Necessary for every sport In a pa**enger coup she tatted with hoops And she fine enough to act in a movie modeling shoots It's the consequence for writing in booths inviting the truth I define my life inside of my borough blinded by proof That I was meant to do what the f** I want excuse my french Your crew attempts are futile they poodles that only take the bench We ain't convinced you hood enough you talkin' crazy Actin' like you deep with connects but he just next to Haiti (AD lib: He's just dominican) A brooklyn boy cruising slowly in manhattan Deep in thought seeing the bigger court so it can happen Mind over matter rap they just cataracts I splatter cats I'm guilty like they handed me a random axe f** it let the record play let's burn a leaf I'm headed to the strip club to forget my grief [Hook: Prodigy] [Verse 2: Prodigy] Once again it's that live infamous n***a with endless shine Untouchable don perignon that fly NYC badboy notorious really The HNIC of rap boy I gets busy I'm alejandro sosa of the sixteen bars The way I manufacture these d** that you call songs So much dope I done wrote My feelings is numb No I ain't feelin' none of that sh** you spittin' is dumb Retard as n***a tryin' rock with the uber Hip hop god expert rapper I chew ya This is realm reality where everything's real things n***as is very different they nothing like my team it's No time for fake ones Come and smoke a little bit with these real ones Live a little dangerous don't be a shook one You can't live your whole so weak now G up [Hook: Prodigy] [Verse 3: Realm Reality] On the BQE easily doing eight three Nice off the henny approaching the exit that I need She got my jeans loose I'm guessing too much grey goose Her thoughts on my lap while I'm avoiding all the scenic routes Brooklyn best believe that I'm repping you to the fullest You taught me how to handle my situations with bullets But I ain't never owned a gun I'm shooting for the stars I see Never loosing sight of my inner city mentality Too fly for gravity f** you if you ain't family If winning meant a condo we high above on that balcony Addicted to gutter music I love to do it Blame it on my need to succeed inside of the streets of bushwick Seat back ride slow in your hood rap Finished eating chinese food you feeling good relaxed A big ol' fatty twitted to roll thru Another summer night in the city I thought I told you [Hook: Prodigy]