Real Niggas
Bad Boy in the house for the '95
Big shout out to my man Mel Smith, my man Don Cee San in the house
What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo?
One]
Sick of mama screaming that "Get a job, nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in a hooptie
Whispered in his ear "This is what we got to do, G"
Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
So I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby-mama screaming "Your daughter 12 months"
Can't live life slinging rocks and smoking blunts
Hanging wit the niggas don't pay the bills
And being broke at 30 give a nigga the chills
So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I seen that shit)
Columbian, Dominican, yeah whatever
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, 20 G's, nigga please
Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't leave
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
Two]
After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made
I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the MAFIA an arcade
Mad games: pool tables and candy
A little extra chicken loot be comin in handy
Check it, got on some '95 shit, sold the 5 bought the 6
Delvecc, copped the lex, we was set
Nino had work all in the projects
Niggas slingin O's he kept the profit, no one could stop it
We was livin it up
All the sexy young bitches ain't stressin givin it up
Same bitches suckin' dick tryin' their best to thrill me
Said the niggas I killed is out to kill me
Soon as she spoke, on that note I saw trenchcoats
One had a mac spittin', all I saw was gun smoke
The other had a shottie, I was shootin' everybody
And I wasn't missing, had to get out this position
Niggas still hitting, feel the hot ones in my back
Licked six shots, smoked the nigga wit the mac
The nigga wit the shottie still busting, cussing
Maricons and putas
All I'm tryin to do is shoot ya, two shots in the ruger
Booh-yeah, blew his ass out
Then I passed out (passed out, passed out)
Bad Boy in the house, for the '95 peace
Real niggas, aight
Yo check it
Call Lil Cease, tell that motherfucker to bring me some motherfucking weed to this hospital
Fuck that, tell him (?) gonna pick up ten thousand from (?) and take about twenty g's from Nino
Tell that motherfucker to get this nigga next door up out of here, that nigga be snoring all night I can't sleep
And call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
Three]
The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
But the nurses is lovin' me
Saying the best part of the day is my half
Feedin' me breakfast and givin' me a sponge bath
Niggas say I died dead in the streets
Nigga, I'm getting high getting head on the beach
Chillin, sittin on about half a million
With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealin
Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks
Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips
All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme
Raw flows, and that's how it goes
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Big shout out to my man Mel Smith, my man Don Cee San in the house
What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo?
One]
Sick of mama screaming that "Get a job, nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in a hooptie
Whispered in his ear "This is what we got to do, G"
Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
So I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby-mama screaming "Your daughter 12 months"
Can't live life slinging rocks and smoking blunts
Hanging wit the niggas don't pay the bills
And being broke at 30 give a nigga the chills
So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I seen that shit)
Columbian, Dominican, yeah whatever
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, 20 G's, nigga please
Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't leave
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
Two]
After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made
I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the MAFIA an arcade
Mad games: pool tables and candy
A little extra chicken loot be comin in handy
Check it, got on some '95 shit, sold the 5 bought the 6
Delvecc, copped the lex, we was set
Nino had work all in the projects
Niggas slingin O's he kept the profit, no one could stop it
We was livin it up
All the sexy young bitches ain't stressin givin it up
Same bitches suckin' dick tryin' their best to thrill me
Said the niggas I killed is out to kill me
Soon as she spoke, on that note I saw trenchcoats
One had a mac spittin', all I saw was gun smoke
The other had a shottie, I was shootin' everybody
And I wasn't missing, had to get out this position
Niggas still hitting, feel the hot ones in my back
Licked six shots, smoked the nigga wit the mac
The nigga wit the shottie still busting, cussing
Maricons and putas
All I'm tryin to do is shoot ya, two shots in the ruger
Booh-yeah, blew his ass out
Then I passed out (passed out, passed out)
Bad Boy in the house, for the '95 peace
Real niggas, aight
Yo check it
Call Lil Cease, tell that motherfucker to bring me some motherfucking weed to this hospital
Fuck that, tell him (?) gonna pick up ten thousand from (?) and take about twenty g's from Nino
Tell that motherfucker to get this nigga next door up out of here, that nigga be snoring all night I can't sleep
And call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
Three]
The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
But the nurses is lovin' me
Saying the best part of the day is my half
Feedin' me breakfast and givin' me a sponge bath
Niggas say I died dead in the streets
Nigga, I'm getting high getting head on the beach
Chillin, sittin on about half a million
With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealin
Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks
Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips
All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme
Raw flows, and that's how it goes
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Wallace, Todd Eric Gaither, Kimberly Jones, Deric Michael Angelettie
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