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The Notorious B.I.G.( Notorious BIG )
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Real Niggaz
Lyricist:Deric Angelettie, Sean Combs, Todd Eric Gaither, Kimberly Jones, Christopher Wallace
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 Michelle Ray, what's up boo?
Sick of mama screaming that, 'Get a job, nigga' Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga 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 nigga and bang a nigga good So I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood 'Cause baby-mama screaming, 'Your daughter 12 months' Can't live life swinging rocks and smoking blunts
Hanging wit' the niggas don't pay the bills And being broke and 30 give a nigga the chills So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I seen that shit)
Columbian Dominican, yeah whateva Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather Two keys, 20 G's, nigga please, Blew his brain's out 'cause witnesses we don't leave
On the road to riches and diamond rings 'Cause real niggaz do real things Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz 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 shit, sold the 5 Bought the 6 Delvecc, copped the Lex, we was set We no had work all in' the projects Niggas slingin' O's he kept the profit, no one could stop it
We was livin' it up All the sexy young bitches ain't stressin' givin' it up Same bitches suckin' dick tryin' to dress to thrill me Said the niggaz 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The other had a shottie, I was shootin' everybody And I wasn't missing had to get out this position
Niggas still hitting, feel a hot one in my back Licked six shots, smoked a nigga wit' the mac The nigga 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 ass out Then I passed out (Passed out, passed out)
On the road to the riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things
On the road to the riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things
Bad Boy in the house, for the '95 peace Real niggas, aight
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The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery But the nurses is lovin' me Saying the best part of the day is my half Feedin' me breakfast and givin' me a sponge baths
Niggas say I died dead in the streets Nigga, I'm getting high getting head on the beach Chillin', sittin' on about half a million With all my niggas, 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, fuck 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 niggaz do real things Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things
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