Cormega - Real n***as Do Real Things lyrics

Mega Mega uh huh uh huh yo This goes out to you(mega) LA DC the Queens and Brooklyn Crew VA Atlanta, n***as from uptown too. (uh huh) Yea Exclusive You know how we do it kiko, Connecticut Muthaf**in Cormega settin it [Cormega] Yo, to my enemies, I show no sympathy Lay down forever, with my tre-ocho, spray loco United we stand, divided we fall In spite of it all, I am still the illest n***a, keepin it real with n***as Weed in my lungs, Henny fill my liver Its on now, n***as better get gone now Or get torn down, with 4-Pounds my team kick doors down My dreamim for cream, we can all have Chorus: Cormega On the road to the riches and diamond rings Real n***as do real things Iam rappin for the b**hes in the songs I sing 'cause real n***as do real things On the road to the riches and diamond rings Real n***as do real things Iam Rappin over beats by B.I.G. 'cause real n***as do real things [Cormega] Alota long time friends are foes now Exposed now to my four-pound No rock tote on my block Your spot closed now Dedicated to those who, never made it f** those who froze while interrogated. Picture me giving the cops a victory by snitchin I'd rather be in penetenrcy Doin life, with you n***as runnin though my wife f** it Iam locked down forever do her right Where I go my nine go My eyes low, from hydro My shine glow, f** 5-0 Yo, let me think a minute, my jeep tinted The heat is in it, I better drive slow Cause I aint wit bein, printed in a cell Henny got me bent as hell, Usually I mix it with ginger ale I pa**, where n***as fail, I stab for n***as bail I flash the wicked el, to have ya n***as, down like what Chorus (x2) (Real n***as do real things, ya know I think its time for me go, Iam out kiko Nah son, one more for BK. Ok Check it out) [Cormega] Yo, from QBC it be me C-O-R-M-E-G-A, get it Also known as the planna Montana Wit banana clips, hittin ya man up My rhymes got ya swichtin ya plan up I leave a leave a innefect with inelect The LX or GS, my procedure be best Competition be ??? like D'z hittin the spot Wit no ki's left (stupid) Look at your b**h she wet She wanna do me because, Iam rappin over Biggie rockin a Kool G. Well check this, I got Colombians money In the bed I hit your honey in No love for cops cause my dunn is on the run again Feel the rhyme, I got the sh** locked liked prison time And '98 is to late Iam gettin mines Yea Cormega Kiko Say No More