Real Niggas Lyrics

Real Niggas lyrics

Bad Boy in the house for the ‘95  

 Big shout out to my man Mel Smith  my man Don Cee San in the house   

 whats up Michelle Ray  whats up boo?  

  

 Verse 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  

 Wispered 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 swinging rocks and smoking blunts  

 Hanging wit the niggas dont pay the bills  

 And being broke is dirty if your looking to chill  

 So what we got to do is ????  

 ???????????????????  

 Did you see that shit  

   

  

 Columbian Dominican, yeah whateva  

 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  

  

 Chorus:  

 On the road to riches and diamond rings  

 Cause 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  

 Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing  

 Real niggas do real things  

  

 Verse Two:  

 Soon as she smoked on that note  

 I saw trenchcoat  

 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 a hot was in my back  

 Licked six shots, smoked a nigga wit the mac  

 The nigga wit the shottie still busting  

 cussing  

 ??? Im goin ?????  

 All im tryina do is shoot ya  

 Two shots in the ruger  

 Booh-yeah  

 Blew his ass out  

 Then I passed out (passed out, passed out)  

  

 Chorus:  

 On the road to the 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 the riches and diamond rings  

 Real niggas do real things  

 Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing  

 Real niggas do real things  

  

 Bad Boy in the house, for the ‘95 peace  

 Real niggas, aight  

  

 Biggie talks to someone about Lil’Cease  

  

 Verse Three:  

 The doctor said I need about 3 week of recovery  

 But the nurses discover me  

 Saying the best part of the day is my half  

 Feeding me breakfast and giving me a scrunge baths  

 Niggas say I died dead in the streets  

 Nigga, Im getting high getting head on the beach  

 Chillin’  

 Sitting on about half a million  

 With all my niggas,  

 All my guns,  

 All my women  

 Next two years, I could see about a million  

 All for the ????, Fuck the dealings  

 Got no love for the other side,  

 Fuck them chicks  

 Any repurcussion,  

 Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips  

 All the time  

 Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme  

 More flows  

 And thats how it goes  

  

 Chorus:  

 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