Real Niggas Lyrics

Real Niggas lyrics

featuring Mob Figgas

Verse One: C Bo

Twenty five years old still
tryin to make a livin off a
one live then they're only slugs give a
nigga
Fuck holes in my chest took my last breath
I squeeze my Mag and I'm
taggin him to his death ridah
Surpise the whole block when we slide up
An
expedition in business holdin them 9's up
First to die be the first nigga
that speak
Murdered to death in the Killafornia streets
I live my life
behind a pistol, smash for the cash
Bitch, life is too short that's why we
murdered your ass
Give a shout to y'all homies, gave your pussy to a thug
nigga
And all the cops they gave their money to the drug dealers
Dump
slugs on all y'all piggies, that club nigga
And big dicks is why you white
bitches love niggas
A black warrior, finger on the fuckin trigger
Before
I die bet they realise I'm a real nigga

Chorus: C-Bo

It ain't no
clowin this trick, real niggas'll load clips
Pushin luxury cars, when we
dip
It's all about stackin them chips, makin that long money flip
And
haters that trip a click to catch clips, for real
niggas
*repeat*

Verse Two: Mob Figgas

Bailin times, fuck it,
Mob Figgas'll get the bustin
Ain't no exit out the dip, stuck is how I'm
livin
Driven to be that male factor
It's like I have ???? a boot cha or
do ya out the frame, and loot the cash
Rush ya, bust ya, with fo'-fifths and
extra clips
Entrepeneur, check my profile, that Mob nigga now
Pushin
weight to my Eastend loc, he called me *?craze is grey?*
Like Tony but never
phony, that bitch ???? ????

I'm bringin it to em like this, Mob Figgas,
real niggas down to kill niggas
Five niggas, live niggas, lick and do or
die, nigga
Nine's nigga's time's tickin when I blow your mind, nigga
Call
me AP-9, nigga, boogie's when we rhyme, nigga
I hit the block and have it
sold
See my freakers hittin vicious on them po's, that's the way the game
goes
On tre-low, I stay low, dippin crate loads
Never had my niggas
leavin nappy, runnin big blocks and cavi

Chorus

Verse Three: Mob
Figgas

It's the hustler, you figure out I pack the biggest strap
Boy,
I get savage, fold some cabbage, paper chasin is effect
Real niggas lost the
fake, and a war that's takin place
You might get chopped up by the gauge,
you ain't the kind that can't relate
Walk and trip into my car, stompin a
chop off in my drawers
It's the hustler verse em all, so I blast if it's
called fo'
Your detective ass wears raw do', real niggas keepin it inside
do'
While real niggas is ridin, that's how we flex when we
despise

The Mob Figgas, I grew up with these niggas
Trust my life for
real niggas, ??? be the first to blast
so I don't have no fear, when I'm out
here
But life still be makin me sick
Had to feel the Gleec kick and see
heat rip flesh from the unfortunate
Allah bless your soul
I know I was
wrong but he crossed the real
so I prayed that you will have understandin
and feel
my story, when it's time to wrestle niggas to respect

Real
niggas out to get, out to get it on
Screamin "Fuck em all" wit my back
against the wall
They can't hold me back, I be the first to dump
on the
worthless filth punk as he jump, felts kick from the pump
When my nuts was
young, we see they hung to the floor
And when they severs 2-11's like teflon
dyin out the door
What they know? We Mob Figgas, born in them savage
times
Fuck your average ass rhymes, nigga

Chorus