P. Diddy - Real Niggas Lyrics
[puffy]I'm not wit none of thatStandin' around lookin' cool and shitI want you mother*****ers to jump the ***** upAnd have some mother*****in' funYou understand what it means to be black?I have my man the notorious b.i.g in the backI go by the name of the puff daddyBut check this shit outFour, fiveAs we procced to give you what you need[notorious b.i.g]Sick of momma screamin' that "get a job, nigga"Pressed to the limit, gotta rob me a niggaSimple and plain, my man scooped me in the hoopWhispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do gGot to bang a nigga and bang a nigga goodSo i could cop a benz and drive the ***** out the hoodCause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve monthsCan't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' bluntsHangin' with the nigga's don't pay the billsAnd bein' broke at 30 give a nigga the chillsSo what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vicYo, you see that shit? (hell yeah, i see that shit)Columbian, dominican, yeah whateverWhoever he was, he had it tucked under the leatherTwo keys, twenty g's, nigga pleaseBlew his brains out cause witnesses we don't need1 - on the road to riches and diamond ringsReal niggaz do real thingsHanging wit the *****es is the song i singReal niggaz do real thingsOn the road to riches and diamond ringsReal niggaz do real thingsHanging wit the *****es is the song i singReal niggaz do real things[puff daddy]Yeah, yeah, yeahI tote gats wit my nigga, clap wit my niggaBreak bread and then break backs wit my niggaJack wit my nigga, ***** the latch wit my niggaNow how you gon' act wit my nigga?Just remember there's a gun to your domeAnd i will lick shots and run through your homeOr better yet i put your son to the chromeTurn the music up and unplug the phoneI will kill him, read my lipsYou too, mother*****er if i don't see no bricksSee, i flips when i don't see no chipsYeah, nigga, i know you in pain, i don't care niggaI want the stash, keys, hash, weed, g's mother*****er, freeze***** sucker, you better bring the things outBefore i blow your mother*****er frame outNigga whatRepeat 1[lil' kim]Real big nigga's over here talkin' shitYo ***** that, i'm gon' check these nigga's***** that, ***** thatWhat you said? speak up, i can't hear yaOh, thought you was talkin' to us, um pardon me, my badI shoulda known ya'll ain't wanted with these three time losersThe open surgeons heart removersNiggaz think they gon' stop my onesPut a contract out and stop ya'll lungsWe powerful, don't think that all we got is gunsWe buy out everything you claim, including your nameMama ***** squeeze the life out of ya'll nigga'sScrew barkin', i take bites out of ya'll nigga'sCrack open your safe then put a bomb to it***** shootin' windows nigga, i jumps through itWith the all black hood, he beat a nigga 'till he hurlThen pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girlWhen it comes to my nigga b.i.gI wanna see all ya'll niggaz d.i.eOn the road to riches and diamond ringsReal *****es do real thingsHanging with the niggas is the song i singReal *****es do real thingsOn the road to riches and diamond ringsReal *****es do real thingsHanging with the niggas is the song i singReal *****es do real thingsRepeat 1
