Real Niggaz Lyrics
Artist Jay-Z
[Jay Z] Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz
do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring Real
niggaz do real things check We started out makin small time bacon Two little
niggaz bakin talkin bout whippin cakes Get clothin and big cheddar hopin it gets
better We had no knowledge of this shit we just was with whatever In front of
your buildin clockin, thought I was makin a killin Right in front of your
children, eightball in my side pocket They was corrupt too, disrespectin the
fiends I used to look up to, take it or leave it, fuck you In different parts of
the planet, Oakland to New York I am hollerin Lifetimes, he hollerin Life's Too
$hort Parallel lives and jew-els held high To the Range, to the Rove, get
exchanged, for your souls You know how the game goes, slang to get G's and speak
in Chinese everybody gains the same dough Get your shit scarred fuckin with my
sick squad from Marcy, to the Bay y'all, we get large, keep in charge On the
road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the
honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and
diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90
proof til spring Real niggaz do real things [Too $hort] So now you own a record
label, I got one too We on a roll now, can't nobody stop our crew You can treat
us like convicts, you know we got records On the shelf and on the charts the
double deckers The fat donkey house down the block, belongs to me You criticize
the way I walk, you wanna see my bankbook? I am not a crook, I flipped the
script and changed my ways so I can get paid, everday I see the same old shit, I
see in the streets I know you think I am sellin keys but I only sell beats
Dopefiend music, it's drug related You can buy it on the corner get a radio and
play it It always sounds better when you turn it up loud Rap music let these
motherfuckers know what we about I know these gay ass record labels keep fuckin
niggaz It's just like in the streets main, how much you get? [Jay-Z] On the road
to riches, and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies
is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond
rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof
til spring Real niggaz do real things [Too $hort] That's right, I been a hustler
for a long time Always got the right beats, never saying wrong rhymes I started
off with nothing ended up with everything Now we sip Hennessee in first class on
every plane Ask Jay-Z, he know what I am sayin Always see me at the bank and yes
I am goin again There ain't no dollar amount, that can make me happy Fine women,
a big house, a truck and a Caddy [Jay-Z] Now peep, how sweet, niggaz lives can
get Put beef aside, the East and Westside connect $hort Dawg, and Jigga with
the, fo'-fo' flow I got love for y'all motherfuckers y'all just don't know I
know y'all got a thing for them rag six-fo's I like the five speed drops pop the
clutch then go If you want it, keep ballin, and if you jealous stop I want
Biggie to rest in peace, as well as 'Pac How real is that? On the road to riches
and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song
I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real
niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring
Real niggaz do real things And I am out [Too $hort] Beyotch! $hort Dawg's in the
house [Jay-Z] Jigga [Too $hort] Much love [Jay-Z] $hort Dawg, get your money
main [Too $hort] All the way from the West coast [Jay-Z] Uhh, how real is that
