Diddy, The Notorious B.I.G., Lil’ Kim - Real Niggas lyrics

I'm not with none of that
Standing around, looking cool and shit
I want y'all motherfuckers to
Jump the fuck up
And have some motherfucking fun
You understand what it means to be black?
I have my man The Notorious BIG in the back
(yeah)
I go by the name of The Puff Daddy (Uh)
But check this shit out four, five
As we proceed to give you what you need
(Uh, uh)

Sick of Momma screaming that "Get a job
Nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga
(Uh) simple and plain
My man scooped me in the hooptie (Uh, huh)
Whispered in his ear, this is
What we got to do, g
Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
So I could cop a Benz
(Uh) and drive the fuck out the hood (Uh
Huh) 'Cause baby mama screaming
Your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slinging rocks
And smoking blunts (Uh)
Hanging with the niggas don't pay the bills
And bein' broke at thirty give
A nigga the chills (Uh)
So what we got todo is creep
And see a sweet Vic yo, you see that shit?
(Hell yeah, I see that shit)
Colombian, Dominican, yeah, whatever
Whoever he was
He had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, twenty G's, nigga, please
Blew his brains out 'cause
Witnesses we don't need

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real niggas do real things

I tote gats with my nigga, clap with my nigga
Break bread and then break
Backs with my nigga jack with my nigga
Cock the latch with my nigga
Now how you gon' act with my nigga?
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, motherfucker
If I don't see no bricks
See, I flips when I don't see no chips
Yeah, nigga, I know you in
Pain, I don't care, nigga
I want the stash, keys
Hash, weed, G's, motherfucker, freeze
Cock sucker, you better bring them things out
Before I blow your motherfucker
Frame out, nigga, what?

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things (Ayo, Biggie
Some people over here talking shit)
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
(Yo, fuck that, I'ma check
These niggas, fuck that, fuck that)
Real niggas do real things

What you said? Speak up, I can't hear you
(yeah) oh, thought you was talking to
Us, hmm, pardon me, my bad
I should have known y'all ain't wanted
With these three time losers
The open surgeons heart removers
Niggas think they gon' stop my ones (Please)
Put a contract out and stop y'all lungs
We powerful
Don't think that all we got is guns
(Uh, huh) we buy out everything you claim
Including your name
Mama bitch squeeze the life
Out of y'all niggas (Uh, huh)
Screw barking
I take bites out of y'all niggas (Uh, huh)
Crack open your safe then put a bomb to it
(Mmm hmm) fuck shooting windows, nigga
I jumps through it
With the all black hoodie
Beat a nigga 'til he hurl
Then pull the hoodie off so he
Can see it was a girl
When it comes to my nigga BIG
I wanna see all y'all niggas DIE (Uh, uh, uh)

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
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things