Real niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah Real niggas, yeah Real niggas, yeah Real niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah Now, now, is you mother***ers ready for this? Do you really think you ready for this? Do you know that you ready for this? We gon' see if you ready for this I be the street sweeper, nigga Quick to leave your whole block Shook a shot out, I'm ***in' proud with the mid-act Eleven, twenty-four, act forty-seven *** was standin' around him, get close up and down him I came here to get brains, shoot you twice in your stomach And leave your boxer shorts full of *** stains, your bitch named You ain't a gangster, you a suck-ass, these niggas scared of your bar You bitch, I touch ass and bust back What's that? It's facebalm in effect With Ickerman, Reggie, Jamal, and Trench I told you that talkin' wasn't *** to me So bitch, be more specific when you spit for me It ain't *** to me You a hoe in the fifth degree A discharge from a dick disease, you little maggot Part-time thug, full of faggot Plastic-ass chump, you don't want no static Real niggas Loud up Real niggas Loud up, loud up Real niggas Yo Real niggas Yo, yo, yo It's Funk Thot, I thought you knew PPP in the back and they parkin' too Jump, thorough barrel bricks Ashy elbow kid, I *** chicks off Elmo flicks My tape is off safety Tongue the gun, mouth the barrel I spit, it numbs the front Yo, my boys is beastie We grew up untamed, unemployed, and eaten New sharks in the water, avoid the deep end We only *** chicks that enjoys the beatin's Young Ike Turner's, disco in Perna's Concentration camp, nobody turn up I roll off an ex that came with kicks Leave you with nightmares, Dana Day was wit I can train your bitch with a chain and whip It blow the block down while I change the clip Don't approach me wrong, little kids call me Smokey Ma Cause the blunts that I like set off smoke alarms And I stand on the corner till my coke is gone Niggas wanna get they ice picks, poke the dome But they know I got a gun big as Oprah's arm And I know an old lady that'll choke their moms Her attitude, that's what I don't walk without Nigga, I'm a time court, used to talk about Ick 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 vo I'm the nigga that the streets raise I'm the nigga that'll make three ways out of nigga PJ's And nigga, better smack the *** out the DJ If he don't get ignorant ***, a replay Pope the flush, y'all niggas joke too much And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much We real niggas Loud up, real niggas Loud up, loud up, real niggas Yo, real niggas from Korea First of all, you gotta have balls Unlike some who act hard, I was real Ever since I shot out my pop's black balls I'm real, I can sense danger and tap calls I'm real, I feel when haters wanna clap more I look a nigga eye to eye, when I speak I'm transparent I can see if you're a killer or a freak Or a bitch that'll do anything to get rich Or a snitch that'll drop dime on a click Or a fake that'll rather see me at my wake Or a jake tryna infiltrate, give me a case I'm real like bitch, get the *** out my face I'm real like let me stick my dick in your mouth, give you a taste I'm a real nigga if I don't get no bigger I'm 5'5", still knockin' out tall niggas We real niggas, plottin' on dummies with tall figures Real niggas, hands on .40 caliber triggers Bullets hummin', real like Redman's fifth cummin' Trigger, trigger, trash, fastest, blood, cootest, bullet Black ass is the lingo, *** a jolly jingle Old bitches break for bingo, Christmas time I crack yak and criss with Kringle Get info from nipples and scratch my nuts with your single Who's the gay scratcher minus the rap master? Name is Hyde, with the gay G after My thugs on the street with the heat, listen to me See them diamonds eatin' my diamonds? Snatch and give em to me, Marlon G's a part of me Icky slips his own self, Mickey's in crowded armories *** with Redman, you're a dead man after robbery You'll be an add, a beast, he greasy, put an arm to me *** that, I'm a throwin' flames fanatic Passin' brains, come at it Beat you with the *** that they use to frame the addict You're skank ass, kaboodle, poodle wig wearin' ratchet Rusty and trusty, musty, wack, nasty Maybe he didn't hear me, I'm talkin' to him I'm looking for the 9-8 Yo man, you 5-0? No, I'm not 5-0, I'm lookin' for the 9-8, that's all Man, that's 89, man, what you talkin' about, man? Nah, I'm not po-po, can I get some uh-huh? Uh-huh, man, ain't no uh-huh, man Ah, forget it, it's gettin' too hostile down here Hey yo man, who the *** is this nigga, man? Hey yo man, get the *** Ah, it's gettin' too violent, Mr. Carradine This is KYA Radio, signing off