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Real N****s
4,947
Hip-Hop/Rap
Real N****s was released on August 24, 1999 by Bad Boy Records as a part of the album Forever
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AlbumForever
Release DateAugust 24, 1999
LabelBad Boy Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Puff Daddy
Puff Daddy
Performer
Lil' Kim
Lil' Kim
Vocals
P. Diddy
P. Diddy
Vocals
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Derek Angelettie
Derek Angelettie
Songwriter
JONES
JONES
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Producer
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Producer

Lyrics

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
Written by: Christopher Wallace, Derek Angelettie, JONES, Sean Combs
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