Real Niggas Songtext
von Puff Daddy

I′m not with none of that
Standing around, looking cool and shit
I want y'all motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
And have some motherfucking fun
You understand what it means to be black?

I have my man The Notorious B.I.G in the back (yeah)
I go by the name of The Puff Daddy (uh)
But check this shit out
Four, five
As we proceed to give you what you need (uh, uh)

Sick of Momma screaming that "Get a job, nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga (uh)
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie (uh-huh)
Whispered in his ear, this is what we got to do, G
Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
So I could cop a Benz (uh) and drive the fuck out the hood (uh-huh)
′Cause baby mama screaming, "Your daughter 12 months"
Can't live life slinging rocks and smoking blunts (uh)


Hanging with the niggas don't pay the bills
And bein′ broke at 30 give a nigga the chills (uh)
So what we got to do is creep and see a sweet Vic
Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I see that shit)
Colombian, Dominican, yeah, whatever
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, 20 G′s, nigga, please
Blew his brains out 'cause witnesses we don′t need

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real niggas do real things

I tote gats with my nigga, clap with my nigga
Break bread and then break backs with my nigga
Jack with my nigga, cock the latch with my nigga
Now how you gon' act with my nigga?
Just remember there′s a gun to your dome
And I will lick shots and run through your home
Or better yet, I put your son to the chrome
Turn the music up and unplug the phone


I will kill him, read my lips
You too, motherfucker, if I don't see no bricks
See, I flips when I don′t see no chips
Yeah, nigga, I know you in pain, I don't care, nigga
I want the stash, keys, hash, weed, G's, motherfucker, freeze
Cock sucker, you better bring them things out
Before I blow your motherfucker frame out, nigga, what?

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things (ayo, Biggie, some people over here talking shit)
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing (yo, fuck that, I′ma check these niggas, fuck that, fuck that)
Real niggas do real things

What you said? Speak up, I can′t hear you (yeah)
Oh, thought you was talking to us, hmm, pardon me, my bad
I should have known y'all ain′t wanted with these three time losers
The open surgeons heart removers, niggas think they gon' stop my ones (please)
Put a contract out and stop y′all lungs
We powerful, don't think that all we got is guns (uh-huh)
We buy out everything you claim, including your name
Mama bitch squeeze the life out of y′all niggas (uh-huh)

Screw barking, I take bites out of y'all niggas (uh-huh)
Crack open your safe then put a bomb to it (mmm-hmm)
Fuck shooting windows, nigga, I jumps through it
With the all black hoodie, beat a nigga 'til he hurl
Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl
When it comes to my nigga B.I.G
I wanna see all y′all niggas D.I.E (uh, uh, uh)

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real bitches do real things
Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
Real bitches do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real bitches do real things
Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
Real bitches do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things