real niggas - diddy lyrics
i’m not wit none of that
standin’ around lookin’ cool and sh-t
i want you motherf-ckers to jump the f-ck up
and have some motherf-ckin’ fun
you understand what it means to be black?
i have my man the notorious b i g in the back
i go by the name of the puff daddy
but check this sh-t out, four, five
as we proceed to give you what you need
sick of momma screamin’ that get a job, n-gg-
pressed to the limit, gotta rob me a n-gg-
simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hoop
whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do g
got to bang a n-gg- and bang a n-gg- good
so i could cop a benz and drive the f-ck out the hood
’cause baby mama screamin’, your daughter twelve months
can’t live life slingin’ rocks and smokin’ blunts
hangin’ with the n-gg-s, don’t pay the bills
and bein’ broke at 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 see that sh-t)
columbian, dominican, yeah whatever
whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
two keys, twenty g’s, n-gg- please
blew his brains out ’cause witnesses we don’t need
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
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
i tote gats wit my n-gg-, clap wit my n-gg-
break bread and then break backs wit my n-gg-
jack wit my n-gg-, c-ck the latch wit my n-gg-
now how you gon’ act wit my n-gg-?
just remember there’s a gun to your dome
and i will lick shots and run through your home
or better yet i put your son to the chrome
turn the music up and unplug the phone
i will kill him, read my lips
you too, motherf-cker if i don’t see no bricks
see, i flips when i don’t see no chips
yeah, n-gg-, i know you in pain, i don’t care n-gg-
i want the stash, keys, hash, weed
g’s motherf-cker, freeze
c-ck sucker, you better bring the things out
before i blow your motherf-cker frame out, n-gg- what
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
(real big n-gg-‘s over here talkin’ sh-t)
hanging wit the b-tches is the song i sing
(yo f-ck that, i’m gon’ check these n-gg-‘s)
real n-gg-s do real things
(f-ck that, f-ck that)
what you said? speak up, i can’t hear ya
oh, thought you was talkin’ to us, um pardon me, my bad
i shoulda known y’all ain’t wanted with these three time losers
the open surgeons heart removers
n-gg-z think they gon’ stop my ones
put a contract out and stop y’all lungs
we powerful, don’t think that all we got is guns
we buy out everything you claim, including your name
mama b-tch squeeze the life out of y’all n-gg-‘s
screw barkin’, i take bites out of y’all n-gg-‘s
crack open your safe then put a bomb to it
f-ck shootin’ windows n-gg-, i jumps through it
with the all black hood, he beat a n-gg- ’til he hurl
then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl
when it comes to my n-gg- b i g
i wanna see all y’all n-gg-z d i e
on the road to riches and diamond rings
real b-tches do real things
hanging with the n-gg-s is the song i sing
real b-tches do real things
on the road to riches and diamond rings
real b-tches do real things
hanging with the n-gg-s is the song i sing
real b-tches 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
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
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