Real N****z

Real niggaz, yeah, yeah, yeah Real niggaz, yeah, real niggaz, yeah, real niggaz, yeah, yeah Louder Yeah, now, now is you motherfuckers ready for this, c'mon Do you really think you ready for this, c'mon Do you know that you ready for this, huh We gonna see if you ready for this I be the street sweeper, nigga Quick to leave your whole block shook an' shot at From fuckin' round with the Midack Eleven, twenty-four, act 47 Fuck who's standin' around them get close up and down an' I done came here to get brains Shoot you twice in your stomach Then leave your boxin' shorts full of shit stains You're, bitch maid, you ain't a gangsta, you a sucker ass These niggaz, scared of your bark, but bitch I touch ass And bust back, what's that, it's face mob in effect With Icarus, Reggie, Jamal and Treach I told you that talkin' wasn't shit to me So bitch be more specific when you spit for me It ain't shit to me, you a hoe in fifth degree, a discharge from a dick Disease, you lil' maggot, part time thug for a faggot Plastic ass chump, you don't want no static Real niggaz, louder, real niggaz, louder, louder Real niggaz, yo, real niggaz Yo, yo, yo, it's Funk Doc, I thought you knew P P P in the back an' they parkin' to, jump Thorough borough, bricks, ashy elbow kid I fuck chicks off Elmo Flicks My tape is off safety, tongue the gun Mouth to barrel, I spit, it numbs the front So what cha, what cha wanna, yo, my boys is beastie We grew up untamed, unemployed an' eatin' You sharks in the water, avoid the deep end We only fuck chicks that enjoys the beatings Young Ike Turners, disco inferners Concentration camp, nobody turn up I roll up a X that came with kits Leave you with nightmares, Dana Dane was with I can train yo' bitch, with a chain an' whip It blow the block down while I change the clip Yo, don't approach me wrong, little kids call me 'Smokey-mon' 'Cause the blunts that I light set off smoke alarms And I stand on the corner 'til my coke is gone Niggaz, wanna get they ice picks, poke the don But they know I got a gun big as Oprah's arm And I know a old lady, that'll choke their moms A attitude, that's what I don't walk without Nigga, I'ma time for it, you just talk about Ic is the man, and I never been to Japan Got a Japanese bitch, with my dick in her hand This is the plan, I'm about to get in the van Go and get rid of the man, I done did it again Skunk I blow, then off to the trunk I go Pull the pump out slow, dump out foe I'm the nigga, that the streets raised I'm the nigga, that'll make 3-ways outta nigga PJ's The nigga, that'll smack the shit out the DJ If he don't give Icarus shit a replay Poker flush, y'all niggaz joke too much And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much, we Real niggaz, louder, real niggaz, louder, louder Real niggaz, yo, real niggaz First of all, you gotta have balls unlike some who act hard I was real ever since I shot out my pops black balls I'm real, I can sense danger and tap calls I'm real, I feel when haters wanna clap mal I look a nigga, eye to eye when I speak I'm transparent, I can see if you a killer or a freak Or a bitch that'll do anythin' to get rich Or a snitch that'll drop dime on the click Or a fake, that'll rather see me at my wake Or a Jake tryin' to infilitrate, give me a case I'm real like, bitch, get the fuck out my face I'm real like let me stick my dick in ya mouth, give you a taste I'm a real nigga, if I don't get no bigger I'm five five, still knockin' out tall, niggaz We real niggaz plottin' on dummies with tall figures Real niggaz. hands on forty caliber triggers Bullets hummin', real like Redman's fifth comin' Trigger Treach Bastards blunts, Buddhas bullets, black gats is the lingo Fuck a jolly jingle, old bitches break for Bingo Christmas time I crack Yak, an' Kris with Kringle Gettin' funk from Nymphos an' scratch my nuts witcho' single Who's the game scratcher minus the rap masters Name is Hey, with the Gay-G after My thugs on the street with the heat, listen to me See them diamond D.M. medallions, snatch, you give 'em to me Mally G's a part of me, Icky slips his ownself Mickies In crowded armories, fuck with Redman You're a dead man at the robbery You'll be, Adebisi greasy, put him on to me, fuck that I'm a throwin' flames Fanatic, bashin' brains come at it Beat you with the shit that they used to frame the attic Your skank-ass, go 'Voo-doo', poodle-wig wearin' rashy Rusty and trusty, musty wack nasty