On the Real [Clean Album Version]

(On the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)

Let's pay homage to Illmatic
Let's put the crown where it's at
Ten 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- broken-
Monkey see, monkey do, shorty sipping sunny dew
Now it's V.S.o.p. In a Phantom, mad smoky
Murder trees, cruising- 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 'em- hurry in
We got the room lit up with perfume and mad boom
And there's video taping blooming- on the zooming lens
Rollin' on you nondescript-, you're marked for death
Like Colombians with bad- that gyp-
Tilt the-, twisted up the ooh-wee if you're skilled enough
In Will we trust, salute the dead the- mili busts

That verse is ten years old, nine and half 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
Sipping clear liquor with-, that talk sideways
Listening close, to every word in case they violate
Up in the projects Apartment 5D
Spark a lea' it's 'bout the reed, counting everything the block see
We 'bout to need to take the corners from them cowards
Get it on so y'all can move more-, by the hour
Hold in case we gotta rip-, loaded
Teflon coated projectiles'll flip-
From ninth grade to lightweight to- to my mans with- in hand
Police vans, they missed the summers again

(On the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)

Yeah, power to the people, death to the phonies
This beast to the mic one two check, y'all fed-e-rallies on me
And they look like you approachin' me like how you, homie?
The F.B.I. see only one problem, they try to slump me
After the young black male 'cause he makes a lot of money
So hustlers make- sales 'cause they deprived and hungry
My country hates that I could run free state to state with honies
While making cake with real golded plate rims on Humvees
The bush stroker, the- smoker-
Just when you thought it was over look over your shoulders
I'm thirty now, baby, sip drinks and sip 'em slow
Motto no stress, smoking less than I did befo'
You see the kid was broke 'til I spitted vivid expressions
Of hard living ghetto children, of a lesser God
Religion was fast women, expensive cars
Y'all witnessin' over ten years, the best of Nas

(On the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab-crab know the deal) Monk, haha
(On the real, all you crab-crab know the deal) Lenny, yeah, bravehearts
(On the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
Yeah, ill Will what up?
Yeah, still here
It's crazy this year, y'all
Believe it
(On the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)