Lyrics Real Niggaz - Redman, Scarface, Treach

Real Niggaz - Redman, Scarface, Treach
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Niggaz, artist - Redman. Album song Malpractice, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 21.05.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English

Real Niggaz

Do you know that you ready for this, huh?
We gon' see if you ready for this
I be the street sweeper nigga
Quick to leave your whole block shook and shot at
From fuckin round with the mi-dack
Eleven, twenty-four, act 47
Fuck who’s standin around them get close up and down and
I done came here to get brains
Shoot you twice in your stomach
Then leave your boxin shorts full of shit stains
You’re bitch-made, you ain’t a gangsta you a sucker ass
These niggas 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 shit to me
So bitch be more specific when you spit for me
«It ain’t shit to me,» you a ho in fifth degree
A discharge from a dick disease
You lil' maggot, part time thug for a faggot
Plastic-ass chump, you don’t want no static
Real niggas—louder
Real niggas—louder—louder!
Real niggas—yo
Real niggas
Yo, yo, yo
It’s Funk Doc—I thought you knew
PPP in the back, and they parkin to, jump
Thorough borough, Bricks, ashy elbow kid
I fuck 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 want?) Yo, my boys is beasty
We grew up untamed, unemployed, and eatin'
You sharks in the water, avoid the deep end
We only fuck chicks that enjoys the beatings
Young Ike Turners, disco infern-ers
Concentratio camp, nobody turn up
I roll up a 'X' that came with kits
Leave you with «Nightmares» Dana Dane was with (niiight-marrres)
I can train yo' bitch, with a chain and 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
Niggas 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 they moms
A attitude, that’s what I don’t walk without
Nigga I’mma 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 fo'
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 shit out the DJ
If he don’t give Icarus shit a replay
Poker flush, y’all niggas joke too much
And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much, we
Real niggas—louder
Real niggas—louder—louder!
Real niggas—yo
Real niggas
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 anything 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 fuck 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 niggas
We real niggas plottin on dummies with tall figures
Real niggas hands on forty caliber triggers
Bullets hummin, real like Redman’s fifth comin.
Trigger Treach
Bastards blunts, buddhas bullets black gats is the lingo!
Fuck a jolly jingle, old bitches break for Bingo
Christmas time I crack yak and Kris with Kringle
Gettin funk from nymphos and scratch my nuts witcho' single
Who’s the gay scratcher minus the rap masters
Name is Kay, with the gay G after
My thugs on the street with the heat, listen to me
See them diamond D.M.
medallions—snatch!
You give 'em to me
Mally G’s a part of me, Icky slips his ownself mickies
In crowded armories, fuck with Redman you’re a dead man at the robbery
You’ll be (?) Adebisi greasy put him on to me, fuck that
I’m a throwin' flames fanatic, bashin' brains, come at it
Beat you with the shit that they used to frame the attic
Your skank-ass go voo-doo, poodle-wig wearin rashy
Rusty and trusty, musty-wack-nasty

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