The Notorious B.I.G. - Real Niggaz lyrics
[The Notorious B.I.G. - Real Niggaz lyrics]
A yeah! Bad Boy in the house for the '95
Big shout out to my man Mel Smith
To my man Don Cee Shan in the house
What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo?
Sick of mama screamin' that "Get a job
Nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga
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 can cop a Benz and
Drive the fuck out the hood (uh huh)
'Cause baby mama screamin'
"Your daughter 12 months"
Can't live life slingin' rocks
And smokin' blunts (ugh)
Hangin' with the niggas don't pay the bills
And being broke at 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 see that shit)
Colombian, Dominican, yeah whatever
Whoever he was
He had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, 20 Gs, nigga, please!
Blew his brains out 'cause witnesses
We don't leave
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, ugh!
And the saga continues, uh
Radio check, back on the phones!
I got a caller caller, your name?
Yo, this is Jam who?
Jam! DJ Jam?
DJ Jam! Fuck you doing on the phone? Man
You supposed to be helping me
Do this Biggie thing
Man, if JC can get up in here and do his
You know what I'm saying, lil'
Roll call, lil' thing
I know I can get up in here and
Introduce mine you know what I'm saying?
Aight, yo can I run it down?
Yeah, aight
I'ma just let the record spin and this
What I want you to play, right?
Aight! You can hit me off with uh, first
With "Ready to Die" yeah
Come back with "One More Chance" mhm
Then you know you gotta hit that
"The What" with the Mr mef, right?
Yeah and then
Since it is a "Everyday Struggle" out
There, you can hit me with that joint, too
That's right now bring your ass back in this
Room and get back on them turntables
Yeah, Bad Boy in the house
Blowing up the spot and all that
And all this paper, son keep it real, son
PR in the house nasim
Supa P Kelly Green represent to the fullest
After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made
I bought my wifey a crib
I bought the MAFIA an arcade
Mad games: pool tables and candy (uh huh)
A little extra trickin' loot
Be comin' in handy
Check it, got on some '95 shit, sold the 5
Bought the 6
Del Vec, copped the Lex, we was set (ugh)
Nino 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 stressin'
Givin' it up same bitches suckin' dick
Tryin' their best to thrill me
Said the niggas I killed is out to kill me
Soon as she spoke, on that note
I saw trenchcoats one had a MAC spittin'
All I saw was gunsmoke
The other had a shotty
I was shootin' everybody
And I wasn't missin'
(ugh) , had to get out this position
Niggas still hittin'
Feeling hot ones in my back
Licked six shots
Smoked the nigga with the MAC
The nigga with the shotty still bustin'
Cussin' maricóns and putas
All I'm tryin to do is shoot ya
Two shots in the Ruger
Booyah! Blew his ass out
Then I passed out (passed out, passed out)
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 (ugh, ugh)
And the saga continues
Bad Boy in the house, for the '95 piece
Real niggas, aight
Yo check it call Lil Cease
Tell that motherfucker to bring me some
Motherfucking weed to this hospital
Fuck that, tell Uncle Paulie to go pick
Up ten thousand from
Dez and go take about 20 Gs from Nino
Tell that motherfucker to get this
Nigga next door up
Out of here, that nigga be snoring all night
I can't sleep
And call that big butt nurse with the
Long hair to come suck my dick, ugh!
The doctor said I need about
Three weeks of recovery
(Ugh) But the nurses is lovin' me
Sayin' the best part of the day is my half
Feedin' me breakfast and givin'
Me a sponge bath (ugh)
Niggas say I died dead in the streets
Nigga, I'm gettin' high
Gettin' head on the beach
Chillin (ugh) , sittin on about half a million
With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion
(yeah)
All for the love of drug dealing (ugh)
Got no love for the other side
Fuck them tricks (yeah)
Any repercussion, Junior MAFIA spit clips
All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme
(yeah) raw flows, and that's how it goes
On the road to riches and diamond rings
(yeah) 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, ugh!
Check it out (ugh)
The Notorious BIG be representing
BK to the fullest (right)
Junior Mafia for life!
Give a shoutouts to DJ Jam! (yeah)
Craig Frazier! Homicide!
The whole Radio Check crew! (yeah)
Death Row! The West Coast!
My nigga Wiz, my nigga JC (yeah)
Money Mal, Big Pump!
The whole Junior Mafia clique (right)
Representing, Uncle Paulie (yeah)
(Junior Mafia) 9-5 motherfuckers!
Get high motherfuckers! (Junior Mafia)
Ready to Die motherfuckers!
And if you don't know
Big shout out to my man Mel Smith
To my man Don Cee Shan in the house
What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo?
Sick of mama screamin' that "Get a job
Nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga
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 can cop a Benz and
Drive the fuck out the hood (uh huh)
'Cause baby mama screamin'
"Your daughter 12 months"
Can't live life slingin' rocks
And smokin' blunts (ugh)
Hangin' with the niggas don't pay the bills
And being broke at 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 see that shit)
Colombian, Dominican, yeah whatever
Whoever he was
He had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, 20 Gs, nigga, please!
Blew his brains out 'cause witnesses
We don't leave
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, ugh!
And the saga continues, uh
Radio check, back on the phones!
I got a caller caller, your name?
Yo, this is Jam who?
Jam! DJ Jam?
DJ Jam! Fuck you doing on the phone? Man
You supposed to be helping me
Do this Biggie thing
Man, if JC can get up in here and do his
You know what I'm saying, lil'
Roll call, lil' thing
I know I can get up in here and
Introduce mine you know what I'm saying?
Aight, yo can I run it down?
Yeah, aight
I'ma just let the record spin and this
What I want you to play, right?
Aight! You can hit me off with uh, first
With "Ready to Die" yeah
Come back with "One More Chance" mhm
Then you know you gotta hit that
"The What" with the Mr mef, right?
Yeah and then
Since it is a "Everyday Struggle" out
There, you can hit me with that joint, too
That's right now bring your ass back in this
Room and get back on them turntables
Yeah, Bad Boy in the house
Blowing up the spot and all that
And all this paper, son keep it real, son
PR in the house nasim
Supa P Kelly Green represent to the fullest
After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made
I bought my wifey a crib
I bought the MAFIA an arcade
Mad games: pool tables and candy (uh huh)
A little extra trickin' loot
Be comin' in handy
Check it, got on some '95 shit, sold the 5
Bought the 6
Del Vec, copped the Lex, we was set (ugh)
Nino 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 stressin'
Givin' it up same bitches suckin' dick
Tryin' their best to thrill me
Said the niggas I killed is out to kill me
Soon as she spoke, on that note
I saw trenchcoats one had a MAC spittin'
All I saw was gunsmoke
The other had a shotty
I was shootin' everybody
And I wasn't missin'
(ugh) , had to get out this position
Niggas still hittin'
Feeling hot ones in my back
Licked six shots
Smoked the nigga with the MAC
The nigga with the shotty still bustin'
Cussin' maricóns and putas
All I'm tryin to do is shoot ya
Two shots in the Ruger
Booyah! Blew his ass out
Then I passed out (passed out, passed out)
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 (ugh, ugh)
And the saga continues
Bad Boy in the house, for the '95 piece
Real niggas, aight
Yo check it call Lil Cease
Tell that motherfucker to bring me some
Motherfucking weed to this hospital
Fuck that, tell Uncle Paulie to go pick
Up ten thousand from
Dez and go take about 20 Gs from Nino
Tell that motherfucker to get this
Nigga next door up
Out of here, that nigga be snoring all night
I can't sleep
And call that big butt nurse with the
Long hair to come suck my dick, ugh!
The doctor said I need about
Three weeks of recovery
(Ugh) But the nurses is lovin' me
Sayin' the best part of the day is my half
Feedin' me breakfast and givin'
Me a sponge bath (ugh)
Niggas say I died dead in the streets
Nigga, I'm gettin' high
Gettin' head on the beach
Chillin (ugh) , sittin on about half a million
With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion
(yeah)
All for the love of drug dealing (ugh)
Got no love for the other side
Fuck them tricks (yeah)
Any repercussion, Junior MAFIA spit clips
All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme
(yeah) raw flows, and that's how it goes
On the road to riches and diamond rings
(yeah) 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, ugh!
Check it out (ugh)
The Notorious BIG be representing
BK to the fullest (right)
Junior Mafia for life!
Give a shoutouts to DJ Jam! (yeah)
Craig Frazier! Homicide!
The whole Radio Check crew! (yeah)
Death Row! The West Coast!
My nigga Wiz, my nigga JC (yeah)
Money Mal, Big Pump!
The whole Junior Mafia clique (right)
Representing, Uncle Paulie (yeah)
(Junior Mafia) 9-5 motherfuckers!
Get high motherfuckers! (Junior Mafia)
Ready to Die motherfuckers!
And if you don't know