Real N****z (feat. Too $hort)

This song I sing

Real **** do real things

Hanging with the honeys is the song I sing

Real **** do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

Bustin' my toast off the roof, drinkin' ninety-proof in spring

Real **** do real things, check

We started out makin' small time bacon

Two little **** bakin', talkin' 'bout whippin' cakes

Get clothin' and big cheddar, hopin' it gets better

We had no knowledge of this shit, we just was with whatever

In front of your building clockin', thought I was makin' a killin'

Right in front of your children, eight-ball in my side pocket

They was corrupt too, disrespectin' the fiends  I used to look up to

Take it or leave it, fuck you

In different parts of the planet, Oakland to New York

I'm hollerin' Lifetimes, he hollerin' Life's Too $hort

Parallel lives and jewels held high

The Range or the rove, get exchanged, for your soul

You know how the game goes, slang to get cheese

And speak in Chinese, everybody gains the same dough

Get your shit scarred, fuckin' with my sick squad

From Marcy, to the Bay, y'all, we get large, bi-otch

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

Hanging with the honeys is the song I sing

Real **** do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

Bustin' my toast off the roof, drinkin' ninety-proof in spring

Real **** do real things

So now you own a record label, I got one too

We on a roll now, can't nobody stop our crew

You can treat us like convicts, you know we got records

On the shelf and on the charts the double decker

The fat donkey house down the block belongs to me

You criticize the way I walk, you wanna see my bankbook?

I'm not a crook, I flipped the script and changed my ways

So I can get paid

Everyday I see the same old shit, I see in the streets

I know you think I'm sellin' keys but I only sell beats

Dope fiend music, it's drug related

You can buy it on the corner, get a radio and play it

It always sounds better when you turn it up loud

Rap music let these motherfuckers know what we about

I know these gay ass record labels keep fuckin' ****

It's just like in the streets, mane, how much you get?

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

Hanging with the honeys is the song I sing

Real **** do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

Bustin' my toast off the roof, drinkin' ninety-proof in spring

Real **** do real things

That's right, I been a hustler for a long time

Always got the right beats, never sayin' wrong rhymes

I started off with nothin' ended up with everything

Now we sip Hennessy in first class on every plane

Ask Jay-Z, he know what I'm sayin'

Always see me at the bank and yes, I'm goin' again

There ain't no dollar amount, that can make me happy

Fine women, a big house, a truck and a Caddy

Now peep how sweet ****' lives can get

Put beef aside, the East and Westside Connect

$hort Dawg, and Jigga with the, fo'-fo' flow

I got love for y'all, motherfuckers, y'all just don't know

I know y'all got a thing for them rag six-fo's

I like the five speed drops pop the clutch then go

If you're ballin', keep ballin', if you jealous, stop

I want Biggie to rest in peace, as well as 'Pac

How real is that?

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

Hanging with the honeys is the song I sing

Real **** do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

Bustin' my toast off the roof, drinkin' ninety-proof in spring

Real **** do real things

Beyotch, $hort Dawg's in the house

Jigga

Much love

$hort Dawg, get your money, mane

All the way from the West Coast

How real is that?