Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Real N*gga Sh*t , by - HD. Release date: 28.06.2010
Song language: English
Real N*gga Sh*t |
| Niggas better chill H check more Bills then Hillary |
| Stack buns for the war, tote heavy artillery |
| I never let a bitch or a bitch nigga get to me |
| My niggas blow big instruments like a symphony |
| Sliding in the (?) thang with whoppers like Burger King |
| Dressed up like a bum, rocked up on you hit you close-range |
| Bend a sucka bend, turn yo block into a murder scene |
| 50 cal got me heavy handed like Butterbean |
| It melt soon as it hit the pipe that’s butter cream |
| Sunday i’m bagging up grams with a triple beam |
| Monday the hoes trick-or-treat no Halloween |
| Tuesday i’m trapping out the house till my phone ring |
| No wedding ring too young for a wife man |
| But maybe we can get the kind of cake with the icing |
| Cause i’m riding dirty in the whip no license |
| Still on call on the late night tip |
| Click clack the dice, throw my guap on the pavement |
| Get charged a late fee slow motion on my pavement |
| Cook you like Cage and I only fuck with made men |
| They thought it was an accident, it really was a paid hit |
| Welcome to the Ice where I make a knock pay debt |
| Smack every bank in the town with a blank check |
| The money falling out the sky like a rain check |
| I smoke Grandad, no Train Wreck |
| No jamming with this Tech in the hands of Hi-Def |
| Bullets flying east and west dissecting chests |
| Sipping on the best Prometh on my breath |
| Nodding out kissing on what I got left |
| Ice City island nights niggas know what i’m repping |
| Freeze a sucka on sight with them deuce-deuce treces |
| You ain’t MOB pussy, don’t even front |
| I know you fake cause I fuck with real niggas where you from |
| The Ice got him spooked now you just a house nigga |
| See we bang hats nigga i’m just a young cap peeler |
| Fill up a hundred shoe boxes stack scrilla |
| Take the work all cross country and tax niggas |
| 3 phillies and a Sprite when I go in the hood store |
| (?) old souls, just me and my hood folk |
| Don’t know if I’ll see tomorrow ima knock on wood though |
| Gotta be around to teach my daughter things that she should know |
| The streets got me going Loco |
| I knock my partner down for 14 kicks like Alpo |
| Get rained on if you ain’t with issue |
| Aim too accurate i’m guaranteed to clip you |
| Real nigga shit can’t breathe around a fake bitch |
| Baker man accumulate dough like cake mix |
| Young N Restless getting guap till i’m retired |
| Catch me up early fresh off an all nighter |