Lyrics Real Things - Biggie Smalls

Real Things

I’m not wit' none of that
Standin' around lookin' cool and shit
I want you motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
And have some motherfuckin' fun
You understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
As we proceed to give you what you need
Sick of momma screamin' that «Get a job, nigga»
Pressed to the limit, gotta rob me a nigga
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie
Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G
Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
So I could cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months
Can’t live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts
Hangin' with the nigga’s don’t pay the bills
And bein' broke at 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 see that shit)
Colombian, Dominican, yeah whatever
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, twenty G’s, nigga please
Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don’t need
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging wit' the bitches 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 bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I tote gats wit' my nigga, clap wit' my nigga
Break bread and then break backs wit' my nigga
Jack wit' my nigga, cock the latch wit' my nigga
Now how you gon' act wit' my nigga?
Just remember there’s a gun to your dome
And I will lick shots and run through your home
Or better yet I put your son to the chrome
Turn the music up and unplug the phone
I will kill him, read my lips
You too, motherfucker if I don’t see no bricks
See, I flips when I don’t see no chips
Yeah, nigga, I know you in pain, I don’t care nigga
I want the stash, keys, hash, weed, G’s motherfucker, freeze
Cock sucker, you better bring the things out
Before I blow your motherfucker frame out
Nigga what
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging wit' the bitches 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 bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
Hey yo Big nigga’s over here talkin' shit
Yo fuck that, I’m gon' check these nigga’s
Fuck that, fuck that
What you said?
Speak up, I can’t hear ya
Oh, thought you was talkin' to us, um, pardon me, my bad
I shoulda known ya’ll ain’t wanted with these three time losers
The open surgeons heart removers
Niggas think they gon' stop my ones
Put a contract out and stop ya’ll lungs
We powerful, don’t think that all we got is guns
We buy out everything you claim, including your name
Mama bitch squeeze the life out of ya’ll nigga’s
Screw barkin', I take bites out of ya’ll nigga’s
Crack open your safe then put a bomb to it
Fuck shootin' windows nigga, I jumps through it
With the all black hoodie, beat a nigga 'til he hurl
Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl
When it comes to my nigga B.I.G
I wanna see all ya’ll niggas D.I.E
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real bitches do real things
Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
Real bitches do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real bitches do real things
Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
Real bitches do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging wit' the bitches 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 bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things