Kunci: C major•
Verse 1
yeah, yeah
Real niggaz, yeah, real niggaz, yeah,
real niggaz, yeah, yeah
Louder
Verse 2
Bm
Yeah, now, now is you motherfuckers ready for this,
c'mon
Do you really think you ready for this,
c'mon
Do you know that you ready for this,
huh
We gonna see if you ready for this
Verse 3
Bm
I be the street sweeper, nigga
Quick to leave your whole block
shook an' shot at
From fuckin' round with the Midack
Eleven, twenty- four, act 47
Verse 4
Fuck who's standin' around them get close up and down an'
Bm
I done came here to get brains
Shoot you twice in your stomach
Then leave your boxin' shorts
Verse 5
full of shit stains
Bm
You're, bitch maid, you ain't a gangsta,
you a sucker ass
These niggaz, 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
Verse 6
Bm
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 hoe 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
Verse 7
Bm
Real niggaz, louder, real niggaz,
louder, louder
Real niggaz, yo, real niggaz
Verse 8
Bm
Yo, yo, yo, it's Funk Doc,
I thought you knew
P P P in the back an' they parkin' to,
jump
Thorough borough, bricks,
ashy elbow kid
I fuck chicks off Elmo Flicks
Verse 9
Bm
My tape is off safety, tongue the gun
Mouth to barrel, I spit,
it numbs the front
So what cha, what cha wanna,
yo, my boys is beastie
We grew up untamed,
Verse 10
unemployed an' eatin'
Bm
You sharks in the water,
avoid the deep end
We only fuck chicks that
enjoys the beatings
Young Ike Turners,
disco inferners
Verse 11
Concentration camp, nobody turn up
Bm
I roll up a X that came with kits
Leave you with nightmares,
Dana Dane was with
I can train yo' bitch, with a chain an' whip
It blow the block down while I change
the clip
Verse 12
Bm
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
Niggaz, wanna get they ice picks,
poke the don
Verse 13
Bm
But they know I got a gun
big as Oprah's arm
And I know a old lady,
that'll choke their moms
A attitude,
that's what I don't walk without
Nigga, I'ma time for it, you just talk about
Verse 14
Bm
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
Verse 15
Bm
Skunk I blow, then off to the trunk I go
Pull the pump out slow, dump out foe
I'm the nigga, that the streets raised
I'm the nigga,
that'll make 3- ways outta nigga PJ's
Verse 16
Bm
The nigga, that'll smack the shit out the DJ
If he don't give Icarus shit a replay
Poker flush, y'all niggaz joke too much
And my gun got cancer,
it smoke too much, we
Verse 17
Bm
Real niggaz, louder, real niggaz,
louder, louder
Real niggaz, yo, real niggaz
Verse 18
Bm
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
Verse 19
I'm transparent,
Bm
I can see if you a killer or a freak
Or a bitch that'll do anythin' to get rich
Or a snitch that'll drop dime on the click
Verse 20
Bm
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
Verse 21
if I don't get no bigger
I'm five five, still knockin' out tall,
niggaz
We real niggaz plottin' on
dummies with tall figures
Real niggaz. hands on
forty caliber triggers
Bullets hummin',
real like Redman's fifth comin'
Verse 22
Bm
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,
an' Kris with Kringle
Gettin' funk from Nymphos an' scratch
my nuts witcho' single
Verse 23
Who's the game scratcher minus the rap masters
Bm
Name is Hey, with the Gay- G after
My thugs on the street with the heat,
listen to me
See them diamond D.M. medallions,
Verse 24
snatch, you give 'em to me
Bm
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
Verse 25
Bm
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
Outro 1
Rusty and trusty, musty wack nasty
Bm
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