Real Niggaz Lyrics - Icarus

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