Real Niggaz Lyrics

Is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring Real niggaz do real things, check
We started out makin', small time bacon Two little niggaz 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 buildin' clockin', thought I was makin' a killin' Right in front of your children, eightball 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 Short' Parallel lives and jewels held high To the Range, to the Rove, get exchanged, for your souls
You know how the game goes, slang to get G's 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, keep in charge
On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring Real niggaz 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 deckers
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 Dopefiend 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' niggaz It's just like in the streets main, how much you get?
On the road to riches, and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring Real niggaz do real things
That's right, I been a hustler for a long time Always got the right beats, never saying wrong rhymes I started off with nothing ended up with everything Now we sip Hennessee 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, niggaz lives can get Put beef aside, the East and Westside connect Short 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 want it, keep ballin', and 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 niggaz do real things Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring Real niggaz do real things
And I'm out, Beyotch, Short Dawg's in the house Jigga, much love, Short Dawg, get your money main All the way from the West coast Uhh, how real is that