Real Niggaz Lyrics by Redman

Real Niggaz Lyrics

    [icarus]
    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 gon' see if you ready for this

    [scarface]
    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 niggaz scared of your bark {*barkin*} 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 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

    [chorus: redman]
    Real niggaz - louder
    Real niggaz - louder, louder
    Real niggaz - yo
    Real niggaz..

    [redman]
    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 wannnt?" yo, my boys is beastie
    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

    [icarus]
    Yo, don't approach me wrong, little kids call me smokey-mon
    Cause the blunts that i light set off smoke alarms {*beep beep*}
    And i stand on the corner 'til my coke is gone
    Niggaz 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'ma 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 niggaz joke too much
    And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much, we

    [chorus]

    [jamal]
    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 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..

    [treach]
    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 game scratcher minus the rap masters
    Name is heyyy, 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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