Real N****s

I'm not wit' none of that

Standin' around lookin' cool and shit

I want y'all 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

4, 5

As we procced to give you what you need

Sick of momma screamin' that "Get a job, ****"

Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a ****

Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hoop

Whispered in his ear, this is what we got to do G

Got to bang a **** and bang a **** 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 **** don't pay the bills

And bein' broke at thirty give a **** the chills

So what we got to 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, twenty G's, **** please

Blew his brains out 'cause witnesses we don't need

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

Hanging wit' the bitches is the song I sing

Real **** do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

Hanging wit' the bitches is the song I sing

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Real **** do real things

I tote gats wit' my ****, clap wit' my ****

Break bread and then break backs wit' my ****

Jack wit' my ****, cock the latch wit' my ****

Now how you gon' act wit' my ****

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, ****, I know you in pain, I don't care ****

I want the stash, keys, hash, weed, G's, motherfucker "Freeze!"

Cocksucker, you better bring the things out

Before I blow the motherfuckin' frame out

**** what

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

Hanging wit' the bitches is the song I sing

Real **** do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

(Ayo B.I.G. these **** over here talkin' shit)

Hanging wit' the bitches is the song I sing

(Yo fuck that, I'ma check these ****)

Real **** do real things

(Fuck that, fuck that)

What you said? Speak up, I can't hear ya

Oh, thought you was talkin' to us, mm pardon me, my bad

I shoulda known y'all ain't wanted with these three time losers

The open surgeons heart removers

**** 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 bitch squeeze the life out of y'all ****

Screw barkin', I take bites outta y'all ****

Crack open your safe then put a bomb to it

Fuck shootin' windows ****, I jumps through it

With the all black hood, he beat a **** 'til he hurl

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

When it comes to my **** B.I.G.

I wanna see all y'all **** D-I-E

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real bitches do real things

Hanging with the **** 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 **** is the song I sing

Real bitches do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

Hanging wit' the bitches is the song I sing

Real **** do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

Hanging wit' the bitches is the song I sing

Real **** do real things