Real Niggas

Intro: Puffy

I am not wit that standin around lookin cool and shit

I want ya motherfuckers to jump the fuck up

and have some motherfuckin 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 shit out

Four fives

As we procced to give you whut you need

Verse One: Notorious B.I.G

Sick of ma screamin get a job nigga

Pressed to the limit gotta rob me a nigga

Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie

Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G

We gots to bang a nigga, and bang a nigga good

So I could cop a benz and drive the fuck out the hood

Cause baby mama screamin, your daughter twelve months

Can't live life slingin rocks and smokin blunts

Hangin with the niggaz don't pay the bills

And bein broke and dirty give the nigga chills

So what we gots to do is creep and see a sweet vic

Did you see that shit? (hell yea I see that shit)

Columbian Dominican yea whatever

Who ever he was he had a tuck under the leather

Two keys twenty G's nigga please

Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't need

Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real niggaz do real things

Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing

Real niggaz do real things

Verse Two: Puff Daddy

Yea, yea, yea, yea

I tote gats wit my nigga

Clap wit my nigga

Break bread then break backs wit my nigga

jack wit my nigga

Cock the latch wit my nigga

Now how you gonna act wit my nigga

Just remember there is 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 motherfucker if i dont see no bricks

See I flips when I dont see no chips

Yea nigga

I know you in pain I dont care nigga

I want the stash Keys, hash, weed, G's motherfuckers freeze

Cock sucker you better bring the things out

Before i blow your motherfucker frame out

Nigga what

Chorus 2X

Verse Three: Lil' Kim

Big these niggaz over here talkin shit

Yo fuck that I am gonna check these niggaz

What you said speak up

Cant hear ya

Oh thought you were talkin to us

Um pardon me my bad

I should of known you werent wanted with these 3 time losers

The open surgery hearth removers

Niggaz think they gonna stop my ones

Put a contract out and stop ya lungs

We powerful dont think that all we got is guns

We buy out everything you claim including your name

Mama bitch squezze the life out of ya niggas

Screw barker i take bites out of ya niggaz

Crack open ya safe then put a bomb to it

Fuck shootin windows i jumps through it

With the all black hoodie beat a nigga till he hurl

Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl

When it comes to my nigga B.I.G

I wanna see all ya niggaz D.I.E

Chorus: Lil' Kim

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real bitches do real things

Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing

Real bitches do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real bitches do real things

Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing

Real bitches do real things

[B.I.G.]

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real niggaz do real things

Hanging wit the bitches 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 bitches is the song I sing

Real niggaz do real things.