Intro:   Check it out "the realness"-Mobb Deep   Yeah yeah. The foundation. B&B kid. 183rd.      Smiley aka The Ghetto Child:   Yo yo my mind rate metallurgy like a nigga upstate   That's pushing mad years of crazy weight   I penetrate the shit that you love to hate   Time to meet your fate no time to negotiate   I meditate in my room   Holdin' on map hopin' that a revolution is comin' soon   The smoke consumes my brothers holdin' grudges   Walkin' in courts I and throw ? at the judges   And my cousin is on the run from '89   The pigs came to my crib and saiid they found a bloody nine   With your fingerprints on the evidence   Fuck that let's go to the roof and bust off the macs   I want a Lex and clean sex    And every apartment furnishin' the whole projects   I don't regret becomin' a MC    My only regret the real Ghetto Child memory   My man Lil' Dap "comes equipped" - Mobb Deep 'Shook Ones part 2"   Yeah Nut Cracker yo "comes equipped"   Yeah Brainsick Mob "comes equipped"   A Mob yo "comes equipped      Lil' Dap:   Yo I've been brakin' you brothers just to reach the top   Can't stop hip hop running through these veins   East New York style one love to the streets    Beatin' down all these rappers like cookers apon the beat    Chicks like my T.L.C. cause they like the way I Creep   When your man leave home I rock that ass to sleep   It's a New York thing mad love from Brainsick   When we're walking through the ghetto and we're poppin' some shit   I'm on my way goin' home drinkin' a Heinagen    Back to the destination where it all begin    Get these motherfuckers off before I brake them in   And for you fish ass niggas we're not havin' it   Yo Nut you know the feelin' when things ain't right   When these non fiction niggas start to rap on the mic   I keep shit to myself and keep it real with the game   Fake niggas hang around but they get no fame   Check it out uh      Hook:   "the realness" -scratching      Melachi The Nutcracker ?:   Let me show you what the fucks goin' on in this so called game   I'll leave you dead the only thing you feel is the pain   From the man collectin' elevatin' his stacks   My name is black if you front get your wig pushed back   I speak the truth plus I keep it sharf for my fam   Like Conan choppin' niggas up on this jam    The beat is cook so stupid niggas open your eyes   I'm on the rise check it Brainsick Enterprise   I keep it movin' and can't shit hold me back   I'm on your map I bet you didn't even know that   Slow your role ease back up don't play bold   Cause if you see me black the star I got total control   Comin' through with the Sick yeah we click click click   Me and my partner Jack the Ripper yeah we on some shit   And I know you can't hang so don't ride my dick   Cause I "comes equipped" with that Brainsick shit      Jack The Ripper:   I go deep into my mind and then I starts to flip   Blowin' up ain't shit watch your bitch get hit   From the brainstorm so let it storm let it storm   When my lyrics digest and rip through your fuckin' chest   So while you sweatin' I be wreckin' plus I can't be stopped   I wanna rule hip hop an blow a hole in the chart   Keep it movin' cause you know Jack do it right   Flippin' mic after mic then I call it the night   So what's my destination?    Yo to make it not fake it   Livin' in this fuckin' world is like total domination   To all my niggas in the east yo Ray rest in peace   Make your heart skip a bet because my sound is unique   No hesitation because your ass will get hit   So I will take yours and I will take his   Now you niggas now what the fuck the real is      Hook