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(Chorus – Nelly) 2x
Real niggas ride wit’ us
You haters gotta ride the bus
Smoke ‘til when my brain gon’ bust
Bank account so plush, the FEDs on us
Real niggas ride wit’ us (and dime ladies)
You haters gotta ride the bus (we drop crazy)
Smoke ‘til when my brain gon’ bust
Bank account so plush, the FEDs on us

(Kyjuan)
Kyjuan’s a preppy hippy, cross the bridgy of Mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, easy like Jiffy
Call me a cool nigga or a Mr. refriger’
Kids ask me ("Mr. can you get crunk and jiggy?")
I reply quickly, bottle of Andres or Crissy
Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get busy
I wake up with two dimes, both named Nikki
I’m a playa dirty, no passion marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick when I roll through y’all city
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, teeth gritty
You gon’ make me go back into my days of U-City
Cornrows, penny bros and new Dickies
Ahh shit, when situation looks shitty
I got that thang with me, plus I Puff like Diddy
You niggas can’t hang with me, or pop the pain with me
So wrap somethin mo’ and hop in the Range with me

(Ali)
Check, check
No picture me rollin, Optimo, glocka four-four
Four-do’ Range Rov’, mink with matchin Kangol
Whole hood like "oh", freakin ‘em out they mind
D’s with diamonds on ‘em, jackers, I know they want ‘em
Not, you see the watch, Roley or G-shock
You hear me four, five blocks before you see me, that’s the knock
I need not speak on that, I speak on Zack
And how he better fix my shit or give my eight G’s back
Salute the rugged, flip screen, you gotta love it
Navigational system behind the ten, duckin the public
Take my chain off to thaw out, battle four out
We fill, the fattest wad a hun’neds you ever saw out
Son break the jar out, twist the muskie
Only real niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me
If I’m lyin, bad mouth, slap then crush me
Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me
‘Cause only….

(Chorus)

(Nelly)
I’m like the battery, I come through every door on a cell (Duracell)
Mr. energizer, forever ready to make a mil’
Fuck that Cris’, let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it peel
I’m smokin twenty inches of Parelli, wha, up off the wheel
I hit the jewelry store at noon, slight case of the chills
I got the face too damn chunky ‘cause it’s still read "twelve"
Well hell, not a shit starter but I be startin some shit
Half the time I’m in the club, half the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got they miss, I done, caught they wrist
And they be thinkin you cockblockin ‘cause you gave her a kiss
I walks over to your bitch and asks her "who’s is this?"
(yours Nelly)
Tell ‘em one more time just in case he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the chinky eye
Comin be like I, ay, EI, ready the guy
Nigga hella high, country grammar, yellin "EI!"
Fuckin your cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin none

(Murphy Lee)
You shoulda’ seen this ladie’s face when I walked in the bank
I’m the school boy, I’m Hollywood, smellin like dank
Lookin like I don’t know left from right
Holdin a check, got the whole front desk like "Murphy’s set for life!"
I agree wit’ em, I exchange sacks with seeds in ‘em
Drivin eighty in the rainiest Rov’, TV’s in ‘em
I’m St. Lou, plus true to the arch equals I’m real
I’m Hollywood, plus true to the heart equals a mil’
I’m killin y’all, matter fact I’m killin myself
In a category with T-Boz, I’m feelin myself
It gets no better, Slo says it gotta get better
Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we gotta get leather
I’m like, what, real playas roll on dubs (Lunatics like)
And haters can’t kick it wit’ us (and our blunts tight)
We smokin ‘til our brain gon’ bust
Gettin head in the back of the truck, City what up
I’m like only….

(Chorus) 2x

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Talking ( b.g.)

Wuz happenin’ man?
Look, this for my motherfuckin real niggaz
Ya heard me?
Baby, slim, fresh, turk, wayne, juvi, joe cassi, k.c., curl
It don’t even much stop (i keep it real with my real niggaz)
I got real niggaz all over
Man, look here

Verse:1
My hood is kurupted with nothin but killers and soldiers
Off top cut throaters, get crossed up, get fucked over
It’s in a nigga nature to put that iron
Don’t playa hate us
Get knocked off the map
Head fall off your shoulder in ‘ya lap
Wuz, happenin’ lil’ wootay
I’m bout that trigga play
Kidnappin’, jackin’, and murderin’
Pistols click clackin
I’m blastin i know that you heard of me
Call me lil’ duga
B.geezy fore sheezy it’s gravy
Niggas they ?? me they can’t take me
So they choose to hate me
Jealous bitches i abuse a assault rifle ??? did
Folks grief, fall on they knees, ‘cause i play for keeps
I been thugged out since back in the g’s
God blessed ????
Me and my fuckin’ dog lt
It ain’t never got to the point where i can’t handle the heat
I can’t see no way out for me i’m in the game too deep
So, until i’m covered in white sheets
Shit is gonna be real, nigga
When i’m afiliated with beef

(chorus)2x
I keep it real with my real niggaz
They beefin’ i donate steel to my real niggaz
No secret i’ll splitta mill with my real niggaz
Get in drama kill or be killed with my real niggaz
Off top

Verse 2:
All my niggaz bout they business
Hustle for the feddi first alternative is they riches
Bitch regard everything peddi
We shinin are so deadly
Don’t checks snitches hate up throw ‘em in ditches
Now, i’m the type that’ll die for nigga
No matter how deep the water is
I’ll ride for my nigga
I don’t give a fuck
I’ll give my last dime to my nigga
Save my heart
But keep it real at all times with my nigga
Look, that’s for my nigga
If he on a murder charge
I’ma make sure he got no witness
Ya know without no witness
No way he can be convicted
While he down i’ll handle business for ‘em
My nigga real
If he want me to fuck his bitch it’s on
He can call 24-7 ain’t no limit for ‘em
Nigga if i had to
I’d take a life sentence for ‘em
?? jungel
On a wild life adventure for ‘em
It don’t matter
I go on any kind of mission for ‘em
‘cause i’m real

(chorus)2x

Verse 3:
Oh, best beleive i come and get you if i want you
Get caught wit’ yo’ draws down
Then lil’ geezy will funk ya
Never underestimate me just because ima youngster
I know a nigga named turk
Leave ya’ in the driveway dumpster
I fuck wit’ only real niggaz
Hard hitters, trill niggers, straight wig splitters
No soft niggaz my dogs play the game raw nigga
You’d be fucked up if you see half the shit a saw nigga
I know ?? take drama far nigga
Shake the dice roll ‘em out
That’s on the fall nigga
Keepin it real man that’s all in my heart nigga
Cause comin up that’s all my people talk nigga
I know ?? ?? off vl
Bout that trigga play
I know lil’ ?? out that 6 set a buster straight
Every nigga that i ifiliate ?? real
Much love to my nigga gangsta still hard to kill
I keep it real

(chorus to end)3x

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(mc ren)
Prisoner like a hostage
Yo, you should of covered your muthafucking head like an ostrich
Deep in the dirt ‘cause you’s a sucker
And you ass up high so i can kick the muthafucker
Don’t try to hang your best abroad
‘cause my foot will be so far up you ass, you’re get hemroids
Before you try to fuck wit ren
I’ll put two in your ass and you’ll be shitting a size 10

(dr. dre)
First come, first serve, whoever’s got the nerve
Step up and get what you deserve
Other words if a muthafucking hip-hop maniac
Brainiac, so what you oughta do is step the fuck back
But how the fuck you think a rapper last
Wit your ass saying shit that is said in the past
Yo, be original, your shit is sloppy
Get off the dick you muthafucking carbon copy

(mc ren)
Falling deep in the drums so many of styles
Is one of the reasons a nigga ran a hundred miles
Cheating and not beating, the crowd i kept seating
But weak muthafuckas biting off and they kept eating
Styles that kept them full of bull
‘cause the vocals were local in nightclubs and not getting paid in full
They got the nerve to cuss
Only reason niggaz pick up your record is cause they thought it was us

(dre)
Yo, giving what i gotta give, doing what i gotta do
You don’t care for me, so who gives a fuck about you
You can’t harm me, alarm me
‘cause we’re the generals in this fucking hip-hop army
The niggaz wit attitudes if you didn’t know
We blow, flow and getting loose slow from the get go, yo
Try us and take it
Yo, fuck this shit, yella, kick the break in

(chorus)
It’s the real thing, you are now real, real niggaz, niggaz

(ren)
You can run but you can’t hide, you know i’m a find’cha
‘cause a nigga like ren’s only 2 steps behind’cha
Don’t look back, ‘cause you’re shaking and all scared
A nigga in black can be your scariest nightmare
So sleep wit the lights on, forget that the mic’s on
Don’t step on my muthafucking stage without nike’s on
Don’t say it’s psychoand then you just might go
Mentally fucked up when i let the right blow

(dre)
All these niggers wit the jibber jabber
But couldn’t kill a fly wit a muthafucking sledge hammer
Gangstas in black are out there
But only because, yo, it’s the shit we wear
On my muthafucking dick
But i’m a love it when you drop like a muthafucking brick
So, yo, step off, go to bed, ‘cause if you’re mislead
You get a muthafucking bullet in your dome head

(eazy-e)
Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, you see
A little streetwise nigga, you know me
Rolling wit some real niggaz playing for keeps
But you muthafuckas know who run the streets
Wit that hardcore hip-hop rap shit
(ren)(now how much harder can another nigga get)
Trying to be like us, sound like us, dress like us
(dre)(ashes to ashes and dust to dust
So nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, please
Since you’re on the dick why don’t you drop to your knees
‘cause i’m a muthafucka that’s out to kill
Eazy-e, a nigga that’s real

(dre) real niggaz, straight off the streets of compton
Quick to get in your shit without second thought
And if your ass get smoked, it’s my bullet you caught
So if you’re talking shit about the niggaz in black
Bow down to the king’s and raider’s hats

(ren)
They played out, that’s what niggaz were chanting
One nigga left and they said we ain’t happening
People had thought we was finished and then done wit
But if you think about it, yo, we really ain’t done shit
Yet, so cover your ears and wipe your tears
And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas
And when the new record come, i’ll come like a fucking bomb
Asking for fucking money, don’t buy you a fucking crumb
You’re on the dicks of four niggaz not one
And when it comes to dicks, you don’t even have one
So brace yourself to make sure you don’t get fucked up
Because if i let you slide, it’s just ‘cause you lucked up
Don’t come in my face again, because i’m a floor ya
And if you’re a bitch, i’m a fucking ignore ya

Because my attitudes a little bigga
‘cause mc ren is one of the real niggaz

(dre)
Lost in a muthafucking world of madness
Sadness, but dre is just a nigga that gladdest
Sucking muthafuckas like you, making wack jams
Because it only shows you how dope i am
Never try to ignore us
When i’m expressing, stand still like you’re full of rigamortis
‘cause i’m a real nigga, but i guess you figure
You can break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger
Dre is just a nigga wit hard, a nigga that’s smart
A nigga that’s pay to say what others are scared to play
We started out wit too much cargo
So i’m glad we got rid of benedict arnold
Yo, nwa, criticize for what we say
But i’m a do the shit anyway
‘cause i’m the muthafucking doctor,never faking
Yo, yella, kick the muthafucking break in

Chorus

(ren) nwa , straight ouut muthafucking compton
Taking over shit in all of the 1990’s
Yo, dr. dre, dj yella, eazy-e
And i am mc ren, yo, nwa taking over this muthafucka y’all

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(Mc Ren)
Prisoner like a hostage
Yo, you should of covered your muthafucking head like an ostrich
Deep in the dirt ‘cause you’s a sucker
And you ass up high so I can kick the muthafucker
Don’t try to hang your best abroad
‘Cause my foot will be so far up you ass, you’re get hemroids
Before you try to fuck wit Ren
I’ll put two in your ass and you’ll be shitting a size 10

(Dr. Dre)
First come, first serve, whoever’s got the nerve
Step up and get what you deserve
Other words if a muthafucking hip-hop maniac
Brainiac, so what you oughta do is step the fuck back
But how the fuck you think a rapper last
Wit your ass saying shit that is said in the past
Yo, be original, your shit is sloppy
Get off the dick you muthafucking carbon copy

(MC Ren)
Falling deep in the drums so many of styles
Is one of the reasons a nigga ran a hundred miles
Cheating and not beating, the crowd I kept seating
But weak muthafuckas biting off and they kept eating
Styles that kept them full of bull
‘Cause the vocals were local in nightclubs and not getting paid in full
They got the nerve to cuss
Only reason niggaz pick up your record is cause they thought it was us

(Dre)
Yo, giving what I gotta give, doing what I gotta do
You don’t care for me, so who gives a fuck about you
You can’t harm me, alarm me
‘Cause we’re the generals in this fucking hip-hop army
The niggaz wit attitudes if you didn’t know
We blow, flow and getting loose slow from the get go, yo
Try us and take it
Yo, fuck this shit, Yella, kick the break in

(Chorus)
It’s the real thing, you are now real, real niggaz, niggaz

(Ren)
You can run but you can’t hide, you know I’m a find’cha
‘Cause a nigga like Ren’s only 2 steps behind’cha
Don’t look back, ‘cause you’re shaking and all scared
A nigga in black can be your scariest nightmare
So sleep wit the lights on, forget that the mic’s on
Don’t step on my muthafucking stage without nike’s on
Don’t say it’s psychoand then you just might go
Mentally fucked up when I let the right blow

(Dre)
All these niggers wit the jibber jabber
But couldn’t kill a fly wit a muthafucking sledge hammer
Gangstas in black are out there
But only because, yo, it’s the shit we wear
On my muthafucking dick
But I’m a love it when you drop like a muthafucking brick
So, yo, step off, go to bed, ‘cause if you’re mislead
You get a muthafucking bullet in your dome head

(Eazy-E)
Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, you see
A little streetwise nigga, you know me
Rolling wit some real niggaz playing for keeps
But you muthafuckas know who run the streets
Wit that hardcore hip-hop rap shit
(Ren)(Now how much harder can another nigga get)
Trying to be like us, sound like us, dress like us
(Dre)(Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
So nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, please
Since you’re on the dick why don’t you drop to your knees
‘Cause I’m a muthafucka that’s out to kill
Eazy-E, a nigga that’s real

(Dre) Real niggaz, straight off the streets of Compton
Quick to get in your shit without second thought
And if your ass get smoked, it’s my bullet you caught
So if you’re talking shit about the niggaz in black
Bow down to the King’s and Raider’s hats

(Ren)
They played out, that’s what niggaz were chanting
One nigga left and they said we ain’t happening
People had thought we was finished and then done wit
But if you think about it, yo, we really ain’t done shit
Yet, so cover your ears and wipe your tears
And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas
And when the new record come, I’ll come like a fucking bomb
Asking for fucking money, don’t buy you a fucking crumb
You’re on the dicks of four niggaz not one
And when it comes to dicks, you don’t even have one
So brace yourself to make sure you don’t get fucked up
Because if I let you slide, it’s just ‘cause you lucked up
Don’t come in my face again, because I’m a floor ya
And if you’re a bitch, I’m a fucking ignore ya

Because my attitudes a little bigga
‘Cause MC Ren is one of the real niggaz

(Dre)
Lost in a muthafucking world of madness
Sadness, but Dre is just a nigga that gladdest
Sucking muthafuckas like you, making wack jams
Because it only shows you how dope I am
Never try to ignore us
When I’m expressing, stand still like you’re full of rigamortis
‘Cause I’m a real nigga, but I guess you figure
You can break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger
Dre is just a nigga wit hard, a nigga that’s smart
A nigga that’s pay to say what others are scared to play
We started out wit too much cargo
So I’m glad we got rid of Benedict Arnold
Yo, NWA, criticize for what we say
But I’m a do the shit anyway
‘Cause I’m the muthafucking doctor,never faking
Yo, Yella, kick the muthafucking break in

Chorus

(Ren) NWA , straight ouut muthafucking Compton
Taking over shit in all of the 1990’s
Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy-E
And I am MC Ren, yo, NWA taking over this muthafucka y’all

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chorus – nelly) 2x
Real niggas ride wit’ us
You haters gotta ride the bus
Smoke ‘til when my brain gon’ bust
Bank account so plush, the feds on us
Real niggas ride wit’ us (and dime ladies)
You haters gotta ride the bus (we drop crazy)
Smoke ‘til when my brain gon’ bust
Bank account so plush, the feds on us

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan’s a preppy hippy, cross the bridgy of mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, easy like jiffy
Call me a cool nigga or a mr. refriger’
Kids ask me ("mr. can you get crunk and jiggy?")
I reply quickly, bottle of andres or crissy
Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get busy
I wake up with two dimes, both named nikki
I’m a playa dirty, no passion marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick when i roll through y’all city
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, teeth gritty
You gon’ make me go back into my days of u-city
Cornrows, penny bros and new dickies
Ahh shit, when situation looks shitty
I got that thang with me, plus i puff like diddy
You niggas can’t hang with me, or pop the pain with me
So wrap somethin mo’ and hop in the range with me

(ali)
Check, check
No picture me rollin, optimo, glocka four-four
Four-do’ range rov’, mink with matchin kangol
Whole hood like "oh", freakin ‘em out they mind
D’s with diamonds on ‘em, jackers, i know they want ‘em
Not, you see the watch, rollie or g-shot
You hear me four, five blocks before you see me, that’s the knock
I need not speak on that, i speak on zack
And how he better fix my shit or give my eight g’s back
Salute the rugged, flip screen, you gotta love it
Navigational system behind the ten, duckin the public
Take my chain off to thaw out, battle four out
We fill, the fattest wad a hun’neds you ever saw out
Son break the jar out, twist the muskie
Only real niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me
If i’m lyin, bad mouth, slap then crush me
Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me
‘cause only….

(chorus)

(nelly)
I’m like the battery, i come through every door on a cell (duracell)
Mr. energizer, forever ready to make a mil’
Fuck that cris’, let it spill, i hit the gas, and make it peel
I’m smokin twenty inches of parelli, wha, up off the wheel
I hit the jewelry store at noon, slight case of the chills
I got the face too damn chunky ‘cause it’s still read "twelve"
Well hell, not a shit starter but i be startin some shit
Half the time i’m in the club, half the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got they miss, i done, caught they wrist
And they be thinkin you cockblockin ‘cause you gave her a kiss
I walks over to your bitch and asks her "who’s is this?"
(yours nelly)
Tell ‘em one more time just in case he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the chinky eye
Comin be like i, ay, ei, ready the guy
Nigga hella high, country grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin your cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin none

(murphy lee)
You shoulda’ seen this ladie’s face when i walked in the bank
I’m the school boy, i’m hollywood, smellin like dank
Lookin like i don’t know left from right
Holdin a check, got the whole front desk like "murphy’s set for life!"
I agree wit’ em, i exchange sacks with seeds in ‘em
Drivin eighty in the rainiest rov’, tv’s in ‘em
I’m st. lou, plus true to the arch equals i’m real
I’m hollywood, plus true to the heart equals a mil’
I’m killin y’all, matter fact i’m killin myself
In a category with t-boz, i’m feelin myself
It gets no better, slo says it gotta get better
Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we gotta get leather
I’m like, what, real playas roll on dubs (lunatics like)
And haters can’t kick it wit’ us (and our blunts tight)
We smokin ‘til our brain gon’ bust
Gettin head in the back of the truck, city what up
I’m like only….

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[icarus]
Yeah, now, now is you motherfuckers ready for this? (c’mon)
Do you really think you ready for this? (c’mon)
Do you know that you ready for this, huh?
We gon’ see if you ready for this

[scarface]
I be the street sweeper nigga
Quick to leave your whole block shook and shot at
From fuckin round with the mi-dack
Eleven, twenty-four, act 47
Fuck who’s standin around them get close up and down and
I done came here to get brains
Shoot you twice in your stomach
Then leave your boxin shorts full of shit stains
You’re bitch-made, you ain’t a gangsta you a sucker ass
These niggaz scared of your bark {*barkin*} but bitch i touch ass
And bust back, what’s that? it’s face-mob in effect
With icarus, reggie, jamal and treach
I told you that talkin wasn’t shit to me
So bitch be more specific when you spit for me
"it ain’t shit to me," you a hoe in fifth degree
A discharge from a dick disease
You lil’ maggot, part time thug for a faggot
Plastic-ass chump, you don’t want no static

[chorus: redman]
Real niggaz – louder
Real niggaz – louder, louder
Real niggaz – yo
Real niggaz..

[redman]
Yo, yo, yo
It’s funk doc, i thought you knew
Ppp in the back and they parkin to, jump
Thorough borough, bricks, ashy elbow kid
I fuck chicks off elmo flicks
My tape is off safety, tongue the gun
Mouth to barrel, i spit, it numbs the front
"so what ‘cha what ‘cha wannnt?" yo, my boys is beastie
We grew up untamed, unemployed and eatin
You sharks in the water, avoid the deep end
We only fuck chicks that enjoys the beatings
Young ike turners, disco infern-ers
Concentratio camp, nobody turn up
I roll up a ‘x’ that came with kits
Leave you with "nightmares" dana dane was with (niiight-marrres)
I can train yo’ bitch, with a chain and whip
It, blow the block down while i change the clip

[icarus]
Yo, don’t approach me wrong, little kids call me smokey-mon
Cause the blunts that i light set off smoke alarms {*beep beep*}
And i stand on the corner ‘til my coke is gone
Niggaz wanna get they ice picks, poke the don
But they know i got a gun big as oprah’s arm
And i know a old lady that’ll choke they moms
A attitude, that’s what i don’t walk without
Nigga i’ma time for it, you just talk about
Ic’ is the man, and i never been to japan
Got a japanese bitch with my dick in her hand
This is the plan, i’m about to get in the van
Go and get rid of the man, i done did it again
Skunk i blow, then off to the trunk i go
Pull the pump out slow, dump out fo’
I’m the nigga that the streets raised
I’m the nigga that’ll make 3-ways outta nigga pj’s
The nigga, that’ll smack the shit out the dj
If he don’t give icarus shit a replay
Poker flush, y’all niggaz joke too much
And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much, we

[chorus]

[jamal]
First of all you gotta have balls unlike some who act hard
I was real ever since i shot out my pops black balls
I’m real, i can sense danger and tap calls
I’m real, i feel when haters wanna clap ‘mal
I look a nigga eye to eye when i speak
I’m transparent, i can see if you a killer or a freak
Or a bitch that’ll do anything to get rich
Or a snitch that’ll drop dime on the click
Or a fake, that’ll rather see me at my wake
Or a jake tryin to infilitrate, give me a case
I’m real like, bitch, get the fuck out my face
I’m real like let me stick my dick in ya mouth, give you a taste
I’m a real nigga if i don’t get no bigger
I’m five-five, still knockin out tall niggaz
We real niggaz plottin on dummies with tall figures
Real niggaz hands on forty caliber triggers
Bullets hummin, real like redman’s fifth comin..

[treach]
Trigger treach..
Bastards blunts, buddhas bullets black gats is the lingo!
Fuck a jolly jingle, old bitches break for bingo
Christmas time i crack yak and kris with kringle
Gettin funk from nymphos and scratch my nuts witcho’ single
Who’s the game scratcher minus the rap masters
Name is heyyy, with the gay(?) g after
My thugs on the street with the heat, listen to me
See them diamond d.m. medallions, snatch! you give ‘em to me
Mally g’s a part of me, icky slips his ownself mickies
In crowded armories, fuck with redman you’re a dead man at the robbery
You’ll be (?) adebisi greasy put him on to me, fuck that
I’m a throwin flames fanatic, bashin brains come at it
Beat you with the shit that they used to frame the attic
Your skank-ass go voo-doo, poodle-wig wearin rashy
Rusty and trusty, musty-wack-nasty

Real Niggaz (Letra)

St. Lunatics

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[jay-z]
Real niggaz do real things
Hangin with the honies is the song i sing
Real niggaz do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring
Real niggaz do real things, check

We started out makin, small time bacon
Two little niggaz bakin, talkin bout whippin cakes
Get clothin and big cheddar, hopin it gets better
We had no knowledge of this shit we just was with whatever
In front of your buildin clockin, thought i was makin a killin
Right in front of your children, eightball in my side pocket
They was corrupt too, disrespectin the fiends i used to
Look up to, take it or leave it, fuck you
In different parts of the planet, oakland to new york
I’m hollerin lifetimes, he hollerin life’s too $hort
Parallel lives and jew-els held high
To the range, to the rove, get exchanged, for your souls
You know how the game goes, slang to get g’s
And speak in chinese everybody gains the same dough
Get your shit scarred fuckin with my sick squad
From marcy, to the bay y’all, we get large, keep in charge

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hangin with the honies is the song i sing
Real niggaz do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring
Real niggaz do real things

[too $hort]
So now you own a record label, i got one too
We on a roll now, can’t nobody stop our crew
You can treat us like convicts, you know we got records
On the shelf and on the charts the double deckers
The fat donkey house down the block, belongs to me
You criticize the way i walk, you wanna see my bankbook?
I’m not a crook, i flipped the script and changed my ways
So i can get paid, everday
I see the same old shit, i see in the streets
I know you think i’m sellin keys but i only sell beats
Dopefiend music, it’s drug related
You can buy it on the corner get a radio and play it
It always sounds better when you turn it up loud
Rap music let these motherfuckers know what we about
I know these gay ass record labels keep fuckin niggaz
It’s just like in the streets main, how much you get?

[jay-z]
On the road to riches, and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hangin with the honies is the song i sing
Real niggaz do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring
Real niggaz do real things

[too $hort]
That’s right, i been a hustler for a long time
Always got the right beats, never saying wrong rhymes
I started off with nothing ended up with everything
Now we sip hennessee in first class on every plane
Ask jay-z, he know what i’m sayin
Always see me at the bank and yes i’m goin again
There ain’t no dollar amount, that can make me happy
Fine women, a big house, a truck and a caddy

[jay-z]
Now peep, how sweet, niggaz lives can get
Put beef aside, the east and westside connect
$hort dawg, and jigga with the, fo’-fo’ flow
I got love for y’all motherfuckers y’all just don’t know
I know y’all got a thing for them rag six-fo’s
I like the five speed drops pop the clutch then go
If you want it, keep ballin, and if you jealous stop
I want biggie to rest in peace, as well as ‘pac
How real is that?

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hangin with the honies is the song i sing
Real niggaz do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring
Real niggaz do real things
And i’m out

[too $hort] beyotch! $hort dawg’s in the house
[jay-z] jigga
[too $hort] much love
[jay-z] $hort dawg, get your money main
[too $hort] all the way from the west coast
[jay-z] uhh, how real is that