The Notorious B.I.G. - Real n***az lyrics

Bad Boy in the house for the '95 Big shout out to my man Mel Smith, my man Don Cee San in the house What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo? [Verse One] Sick of mama screaming that "Get a job, n***a" Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a n***a Simple and plain, my man scooped me in a hooptie Whispered in his ear "This is what we got to do, G" Got to bang a n***a and bang a n***a good So I can cop a Benz and drive the f** out the hood Cause baby-mama screaming "Your daughter 12 months" Can't live life slinging rocks and smoking blunts Hanging wit the n***as don't pay the bills And being broke at 30 give a n***a the chills So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic Yo, you see that sh**? (Hell yeah, I seen that sh**) Columbian, Dominican, yeah whatever Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather Two keys, 20 G's, n***a please Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't leave [Hook] On the road to riches and diamond rings Real n***as do real things Hanging with the b**hes is the song I sing Real n***as do real things (x2) [Verse Two] After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the MAFIA an arcade Mad games: pool tables and candy A little extra chicken loot be comin in handy Check it, got on some '95 sh**, sold the 5 bought the 6 Delvecc, copped the lex, we was set Nino had work all in the projects n***as slingin O's he kept the profit, no one could stop it We was livin it up All the s**y young b**hes ain't stressin givin it up Same b**hes s**in' dick tryin' their best to thrill me Said the n***as I k**ed is out to k** me Soon as she spoke, on that note I saw trenchcoats One had a mac spittin', all I saw was gun smoke The other had a shottie, I was shootin' everybody And I wasn't missing, had to get out this position n***as still hitting, feel the hot ones in my back Licked six shots, smoked the n***a wit the mac The n***a wit the shottie still busting, cussing Maricons and putas All I'm tryin to do is shoot ya, two shots in the ruger Booh-yeah, blew his a** out Then I pa**ed out (pa**ed out, pa**ed out) [Hook] Bad Boy in the house, for the '95 peace Real n***as, aight [Interlude] Yo check it Call Lil Cease, tell that motherf**er to bring me some motherf**ing weed to this hospital f** that, tell Uncle Paulie to go pick up ten thousand from (?) and take about twenty g's from Nino Tell that motherf**er to get this n***a next door up out of here, that n***a be snoring all night I can't sleep And call that big bu*t nurse with the long hair to come s** my dick [Verse Three] The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery But the nurses is lovin' me Saying the best part of the day is my half Feedin' me breakfast and givin' me a sponge bath n***as say I died dead in the streets n***a, I'm getting high getting head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half a million With all my n***as, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love for the other side, f** them tricks Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme Raw flows, and that's how it goes [Hook] On the road to riches and diamond rings Real n***as do real things Hanging wit the n***as is the song I sing Real n***as do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real n***as do real things