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p diddy - 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?

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
whispered 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 swinging rocks and smoking blunts
hanging wit the n-gg-s dont pay the bills
and being broke and 30 give a n-gg- the chills
so what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
yo, you see that sh-t? (h-ll yeah, i seen 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

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

after mad blunts and gin we had the plan made
i bought my wifey a crib, i bought the mafia a arcade
mad games: pool tables and candy
a little extra chicken loot be comin in handy
check it, got on some ’95 sh-t, sold the 5 bought the 6
delvecc, copped the lex, we was set
we no 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 ain’t stressin givin it up
same b-tches suckin d-ck tryin to dress to thrill me
said the n-gg-z i killed is out to kill me
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
n-gg-s still hitting, feel a hot one in my back
licked six shots, smoked a n-gg- wit the mac
the n-gg- wit the shottie still busting, cussing
mighty goals and puntas
all i’m tryin to do is shoot ya, two shots in the ruger
booh-yeah, blew his -ss out
then i p-ssed out (p-ssed out, p-ssed out)

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

the doctor said i need about three weeks of recovery
but the nurses is lovin me
sayingthe best part of the day is my half
feedin me breakfast and givin me a sponge baths
n-gg-s say i died dead in the streets
n-gg-, i’m getting high getting head on the beach
chillin, sittin on about half a million
with all my n-gg-s, all my guns, all my women
next two years, i could 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

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

- p diddy lyrics

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