Cormega Real Niggas Do Real Things Lyrics

Real Niggas Do Real Things Lyrics

Mega

Mega



uh huh

uh huh yo

This goes out to you(mega) LA DC the Queens and Brooklyn Crew

VA Atlanta, niggas from uptown too. (uh huh) Yea Exclusive

You know how we do it kiko, Connecticut Muthafuckin Cormega settin it



[Cormega]

Yo, to my enemies, I show no sympathy

Lay down forever, with my tre-ocho, spray loco 

United we stand, divided we fall

In spite of it all, I am still the illest nigga, 

keepin it real with niggas

Weed in my lungs, Henny fill my liver 

Its on now, niggas better get gone now

Or get torn down, with 4-Pounds my team kick doors down

My dreamim for cream, we can all have



Chorus: Cormega



On the road to the riches and diamond rings

Real niggas do real things

Iam rappin for the bitches in the songs I sing

Cuz real niggas do real things



On the road to the riches and diamond rings

Real niggas do real things

Iam Rappin over beats by B.I.G.

Cuz real niggas do real things



[Cormega]

Alota long time friends are foes now

Exposed now to my four-pound

No rock tote on my block

Your spot closed now

Dedicated to those who, never made it

Fuck those who froze while interrogated.

Picture me giving the cops a victory by snitchin

I'd rather be in penetenrcy

Doin life, with you niggas runnin though my wife

Fuck it Iam locked down forever do her right

Where I go my nine go

My eyes low, from hydro

My shine glow, fuck 5-0

Yo, let me think a minute, my jeep tinted

The heat is in it, I better drive slow

Cause I aint wit bein, printed in a cell

Henny got me bent as hell, Usually I mix it with ginger ale

I pass, where niggas fail, I stab for niggas bail

I flash the wicked el, to have ya niggas, down like what



Chorus (x2)

(Real niggas do real things, ya know

I think its time for me go, Iam out kiko

Nah son, one more for BK.  Ok Check it out)



[Cormega]

Yo, from QBC it be me C-O-R-M-E-G-A, get it

Also known as the planna Montana

Wit banana clips, hittin ya man up

My rhymes got ya swichtin ya plan up

I leave a leave a innefect with inelect

The LX or GS, my procedure be best

Competition be ??? like D'z hittin the spot

Wit no ki's left (stupid)

Look at your bitch she wet

She wanna do me because,

Iam rappin over Biggie rockin a Kool G.

Well check this, I got Colombians money

In the bed I hit your honey in

No love for cops cause my dunn is on the run again

Feel the rhyme, I got the shit locked liked prison time

And '98 is to late Iam gettin mines



Yea Cormega Kiko

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