Real niggaz, yeah, yeah, yeah

Real niggaz, yeah, real niggaz, yeah, real niggaz, yeah, yeah

Louder Yeah, now, now is you mother***ers 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 ***in' round with the Midack

Eleven, twenty-four, act 47 *** 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 *** 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 *** to me

So bitch be more specific when you spit for me

It ain't *** to me, you a hoe in fifth degree, a discharge from a dick

Disease, you lil' maggot, part time thug for a faggot

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P P P in the back an' they parkin' to, jump

Thorough borough, bricks, ashy elbow kid

I *** 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 *** 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 *** out the DJ

If he don't give Icarus *** 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 *** 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

*** 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 ***. medallions, snatch, you give 'em to me Mally G's a part of me, Icky slips his ownself Mickies

In crowded armories, *** with Redman

You're a dead man at the robbery

You'll be, Adebisi greasy, put him on to me, *** that I'm a throwin' flames Fanatic, bashin' brains come at it

Beat you with the *** that they used to frame the attic

Your skank-ass, go 'Voo-doo', poodle-wig wearin' rashy

Rusty and trusty, musty wack nasty