Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down for the Real, artist - Brand Nubian.
Date of issue: 10.10.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Down for the Real |
Y’all niggas hurry up. |
Go in there, buck them niggas and get the fuck out |
Don’t be playin, dogg playin, yahearwhutI’msayin? |
Kill them niggas and get |
The fuck back so we can stay ballin, we’ll be chillin right here |
«Eh nigga, I wanna know if you’re ready to do this shit? |
You ready to do |
This shit or what, motherfucker? |
And don’t be actin like no pussy when we |
Get the fuck out, man» |
«Is you down, nigga?» |
---] O-Dog |
Well if you’re down say you’re down, if you’re scared, say you scared |
This is the real, don’t fuck around and come unprepared |
Or you might lose your life on the mean streets |
Middle of the night when the motherfuckin fiends meet |
Hold your grip tight yo, don’t let it slip |
You gotta keep your tool for the fools that wanna trip |
And if they wanna trip, send em on a vacation |
All expenses paid for a devil’s cremation |
Can’t be no contemplation, cos if he busts first you’re gettin burst, uhh |
Layin on your back, I guess what I’m sayin, black, is that |
If you ain’t down then don’t fuck around |
«Is you down, nigga?» |
Cos the shit gets thick in my town |
This ain’t a TV show or a song from the radio |
Murder on the streets, yo, is at a high ratio |
So it ain’t no time for playin |
You takes the 9 and I’ma be sprayin |
Now what the fuck’s this look in your eye? |
You’re lookin nervous, nigga |
Earlier tonight you was all ready to service, nigga |
Now your trigger ain’t got no itch |
You’re attitude switch like a motherfuckin bitch |
I can see thru your expression that you’re vessin |
Feelin crazy pet, lookin like you wanna jet |
But now the shit is obvious, you just can’t deal |
I gotta find another nigga down for the real, «Is you down, nigga?» |
Are you down for the real? |
Real lifestyle’s where niggas run wild |
Day after day the product line is a mile |
A nigga got his eye aimed on what’s mines |
I gots ta lay low cos my PO is thorough |
He keep checkin every borough cos my address pad is thick |
Niggas be actin wild cos they girl be on my dick |
This kid downtown don’t like me, he say he want me dead |
He even put up cash and put a price on my head |
At first I can’t sweat it but my little man got hit |
We had a lotta thrills but now he’s buried in the catskills |
Rumour has it, that bein with me’s a target |
My crew go less and less and I resort to wearin a vest |
Ain’t got no type of fans, just me and my mans |
We be drawin up plans that include the use of guns |
Try to stay alive so we can spare no use of funds |
A month or two blows, a whole year blows |
Are we still on our toes as we guzzle all the Moet? |
Two drunken poets as the first shots hit |
My man don’t duck quick and gets hit in the chest |
I just got nicked cos I had on the vest |
Now I’m dashin, cars in the garage |
Run past the Path'. |
run past the Dodge |
Rumble for the keys, made it to my shit |
The AK can spray now niggas is gettin hit, «Is you down, nigga?» |
Are you down for the real? |
Are you down for the real, motherfuckers?, «Is you down, nigga?» |
Are you down for the real???, «Is you down, nigga?» |
Now are you down with the real ass niggas?, «Is you down, nigga?» |
Now tell me if you’re down for the real?, «Is you down, nigga?» |
«Is you down, nigga?» |
(x10) |