Real Niggas Lyrics - Notorious B.i.g.

Bad Boy in the house for the '95 

Big shout out to my man Mel Smith, my man Don Cee San in the house 

What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo? 

Sick of mama screaming that "Get a job, nigga" 

Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga 

Simple and plain, my man scooped me in a hooptie 

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

Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good 

So I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood 

Cause baby-mama screaming "Your daughter 12 months" 

Can't live life swinging rocks and smoking blunts 

Hanging wit the niggas dont pay the bills 

And being broke and 30 give a nigga the chills 

So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic 

Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I seen that shit) 

Columbian Dominican, yeah whateva 

Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather 

Two keys, 20 G's, nigga please, 

Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't leave 

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On the road to riches and diamond rings 

Cause real niggas do real things 

Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing 

Real niggas do real things 

On the road to riches and diamond rings 

Real niggas do real things 

Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing 

Real niggas do real things 

After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made 

I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the MAFIA a arcade 

Mad games: pool tables and candy 

A little extra chicken loot be comin in handy 

Check it, got on some '95 shit, sold the 5 bought the 6 

Delvecc, copped the lex, we was set 

We no had work all in the projects 

Niggas slingin O's he kept the profit, no one could stop it 

We was livin it up 

All the sexy young bitches ain't stressin givin it up 

Same bitches suckin dick tryin to dress to thrill me 

Said the niggaz I killed is out to kill me 

Soon as she smoked on that note, I saw trenchcoat 

One had a mac spittin, all I saw was gun smoke 

The other had a shottie, I was shootin everybody 

And I wasn't missing had to get out this position 

Niggas still hitting, feel a hot one in my back 

Licked six shots, smoked a nigga wit the mac 

The nigga wit the shottie still busting, cussing 

Mighty goals and puntas 

All I'm tryin to do is shoot ya, two shots in the ruger 

Booh-yeah, blew his ass out 

Then I passed out (passed out, passed out) 

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On the road to the riches and diamond rings 

Real niggas do real things 

Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing 

Real niggas do real things 

On the road to the riches and diamond rings 

Real niggas do real things 

Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing 

Real niggas do real things 

Bad Boy in the house, for the '95 peace 

Real niggas, aight 

The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery 

But the nurses is lovin me 

Sayingthe best part of the day is my half 

Feedin me breakfast and givin me a sponge baths 

Niggas say I died dead in the streets 

Nigga, I'm getting high getting head on the beach 

Chillin, sittin on about half a million 

With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women 

Next two years, I could see about a billion 

All for the love of drug dealin 

Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks 

Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips 

All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme 

Raw flows, and that's how it goes 

On the road to riches and diamond rings 

Real niggas do real things 

Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing 

Real niggas do real things 

On the road to riches and diamond rings 

Real niggas do real things