notorious b i g – 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,
what’s up mich-lle ray, what’s up boo?
verse one:
sick of mama screaming that “get a job, n-gg-â€
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, gâ€
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 monthsâ€
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
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