Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Niggaz, artist - Sha Hef. Album song Krime Pays, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Market
Song language: English
Real Niggaz |
| It’s alotta niggas out here talking that real shit man |
| I hear it, but I don’t see a lot of that shit |
| You know what I’m saying? |
| I be outside every muhfucking day |
| It ain’t too many real motherfuckers out there man |
| Where y’all niggas at man? |
| Real niggas on the left of me |
| Gang bangers on the right of me |
| Keep the hammer on the side of me |
| I could never let 'em slide on me |
| I could never let 'em lie to me |
| M.O.B, that’s how I gotta be |
| Got some real nigga policy |
| This a street nigga lottery |
| I just caught another case, enemy of the state |
| Now it got me ducking Jake, but I’m still fucking with the weight |
| Kick a door and get the safe, if that’s your shorty that’s debate |
| Put the hammer in his face, ask him how that pistol taste |
| Dirty soda in my cup, thirty thirty on my waist |
| Put in work for the plate, turn a drum for the cake |
| Skrt-skrt that’s grace, let it cool then I wait |
| My Metro Boomin, I’m a bass, learned dollars not a race |
| If it’s drama pop it off, got some shooters, pop it off |
| Niggas pussy, knock it off, if he’s pussy knock him off |
| I’m on his head, they chop it off, chop 'em all |
| Hunnit shots’ll drop him off, and I was shopping at the mall |
| I ain’t gotta make a call, all my niggas keep it tall |
| Pussy nigga you a fraud, send a nigga to the Lord |
| Turn a nigga to a headline cause the pussy couldn’t meet the deadline |
| Red coupe out the red line with a backseat for the fed time |
| Real niggas on the left of me |
| Gang bangers on the right of me |
| Keep the hammer on the side of me |
| I could never let 'em slide on me |
| I could never let 'em lie to me |
| M.O.B, that’s how I gotta be |
| Got some real nigga policy |
| This a street nigga lottery |
| Write a verse or write a eulogy, drop a deuce and cook the beautiful |
| You don’t know what this money do to me, I been trapping like it’s touring |
| The feds tryna get a view of me, I know these pussies been pursuing me |
| I just met her now she doing me, let her suck and now she chewing me |
| I don’t have faith in the government, democrats or the republicans |
| and then we double it, that super slow got me bubbling |
| They ask for credit then I’m doubling, fiends at the glass, I ain’t studdering |
| Bitch set you up cause I cut her in, thirty in the whip why you hovering |
| Pussy niggas get no pass, leave a pussy in the past |
| Got the pussy, it was trash, all I gave her was a task |
| Captain shoulda been in class, Uncle smoking outta glass |
| I was always good at math, make the birdies take a bath |
| Real niggas on my left, I could put 'em on your neck |
| Bet they riding 'til the death, pull up, they just seen a mess |
| Treat a nigga like a ref, hit the pussy with a tec |
| It ain’t all about a cheque, niggas dying for respect |
| Real niggas on the left of me |
| Gang bangers on the right of me |
| Keep the hammer on the side of me |
| I could never let 'em slide on me |
| I could never let 'em lie to me |
| M.O.B, that’s how I gotta be |
| Got some real nigga policy |
| This a street nigga lottery |