Notorious B.I.G. - Real Niggas Lyrics
Bad boy in the house for the 95Big shout out to my man mel smith, my man don cee san in the house,Whats up michelle ray, whats up boo?Verse one:Sick of mama screaming that get a job, niggaPressed to the limit, got to rob me a niggaSimple and plain, my man scooped me in a hooptieWispered in his ear this is what we got to do, gGot to bang a nigga and bang a nigga goodSo I can cop a benz and drive the ***** out the hoodCause baby-mama screaming your daughter 12 monthsCant live life swinging rocks and smoking bluntsHanging wit the niggas dont pay the billsAnd being broke is dirty if your looking to chillSo what we got to do is ? ? ? ?? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?Did you see that shit<hell yeah, I seen that shit>Columbian dominican, yeah whatevaWhoever he was, he had it tucked under the leatherTwo keys,20 gs,Nigga please,Blew his brains out cause witnesses we dont leaveChorus:On the road to riches and diamond ringsCause real niggas do real thingsHanging wit the niggas is the song I singReal niggas do real thingsOn the road to riches and diamond ringsReal niggas do real thingsHanging wit the niggas is the song I singReal niggas do real thingsVerse two:Soon as she smoked on that noteI saw trenchcoatOne had a mac spittin,All I saw was gun smokeThe other had a shottie,I was shootin everybodyAnd I wasnt missingHad to get out this positionNiggas still hittingFeel a hot was in my backLicked six shots, smoked a nigga wit the macThe nigga wit the shottie still bustingCussing? ? ? Im goin ? ? ? ? ?All Im tryina do is shoot yaTwo shots in the rugerBooh-yeahBlew his ass outThen I passed out (passed out, passed out)Chorus:On the road to the riches and diamond ringsReal niggas do real thingsHanging wit the niggas is the song I singReal niggas do real thingsOn the road to the riches and diamond ringsReal niggas do real thingsHanging wit the niggas is the song I singReal niggas do real thingsBad boy in the house, for the 95 peaceReal niggas, aightBiggie talks to someone about lilceaseVerse three:The doctor said I need about 3 week of recoveryBut the nurses discover meSaying the best part of the day is my halfFeeding me breakfast and giving me a scrunge bathsNiggas say I died dead in the streetsNigga, Im getting high getting head on the beachChillinSitting on about half a millionWith all my niggas,All my guns,All my womenNext two years, I could see about a millionAll for the ? ? ? ? , ***** the dealingsGot no love for the other side,***** them chicksAny repurcussion,Junior m.a.f.i.a. spit clipsAll the timeBig poppa kick the raw rhymeMore flowsAnd thats how it goesChorus:On the road to riches and diamond ringsReal niggas do real thingsHanging wit the niggas is the song I singReal niggas do real thingsOn the road to riches and diamond ringsReal niggas do real things
