azlyrics.biz
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

notorious b i g - real niggas lyrics

Loading...

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 mich-lle ray, what’s up boo?

verse one:
sick of mama screaming that “get a job, n-gg-”
pressed to the limit, got to rob me a n-gg-
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 n-gg- and bang a n-gg- good
so i can cop a benz and drive the f-ck out the hood
cause baby-mama screaming “your daughter 12 months”
can’t live life slinging rocks and smoking blunts
hanging wit the n-gg-s don’t pay the bills
and being broke at thirty give a n-gg- the chills
so what we got to do is creep
when we see a sweet vic
did you see that sh-t

columbian dominican, yeah whateva
whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
two keys,
20 g’s,
n-gg- please,
blew his brains out cause witnesses we don’t leave

chorus:
on the road to riches and diamond rings
real n-gg-s do real things
hanging wit the b-tches is the song i sing
real n-gg-s do real things

on the road to riches and diamond rings
real n-gg-s do real things
hanging wit the b-tches is the song i sing
real n-gg-s do real things

verse two:
after mad blunts and gin we had the plan made
i bought my wifey a crib and bought the mafia an arcade
mad games, pool tables, and candy
a little extra trick’n loot be comin handy
check it, got on some ’95 sh-t
sold the 5 bought the 6
del vet copped the lex, we was set
neno had work all in the projects
n-gg-s slingin o’s he kept the profit
no one could stop it
we was livin’ it up
all the s-xy young b-tches stressin,
givin’it up
same b-tches suckin’ d-ck
tryin their best to threw me
said the n-gg-s i killed is out to kill me
soon as she smoked 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
n-gg-s still hitting
feelin hot ones in my back
licked six shots, smoked a n-gg- wit the mac
the n-gg- wit the shottie still busting
cussing, maricon’s and puta’s
all i’m tryna do is shoot ya
two shots in the ruga
booh-yeah
blew his -ss out
then i p-ssed out (p-ssed out, p-ssed out)

chorus:
on the road to the riches and diamond rings
real n-gg-s do real things
hanging wit the n-gg-s is the song i sing
real n-gg-s do real things

on the road to the riches and diamond rings
real n-gg-s do real things
hanging wit the n-gg-s is the song i sing
real n-gg-s do real things

bad boy in the house, for the ‘95 peace
real n-gg-s, aight

biggie talks to someone about lil’ceaser

verse three:
the doctor said i need about 3 weeks of recovery
but the nurses is lovin me
saying the best part of the day is my half
feeding me breakfast and giving me a sponge bath
n-gg-s say i died dead in the streets
n-gg-, im getting high getting head on the beach
chillin’
sitting on about half a million
with all my n-gg-s,
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,
f-ck 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

chorus:
on the road to riches and diamond rings
real n-gg-s do real things
hanging wit the n-gg-s is the song i sing
real n-gg-s do real things

on the road to riches and diamond rings
real n-gg-s do real things



- notorious b i g lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...