Slick Rick - Real n***as lyrics

[Intro: Puffy] I'm not wit' none of that Standin' around lookin' cool and sh** I want you motherf**ers to jump the f** up And have some motherf**in' fun You understand what it means to be black? I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back I go by the name of the Puff Daddy But check this sh** out Four, five As we proceed to give you what you need [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G] Sick of momma screamin' that "Get a job, n***a" Pressed to the limit, gotta rob me a n***a Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G Got to bang a n***a and bang a n***a good So I could cop a Benz and drive the f** out the hood Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts Hangin' with the n***a's don't pay the bills And bein' 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 see that sh**) Colombian, Dominican, yeah whatever Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather Two keys, twenty G's, n***a please Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't need [Hook: Notorious B.I.G.] On the road to riches and diamond rings Real n***as do real things Hanging wit' the b**hes 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 Hanging wit' the b**hes is the song I sing Real n***as do real things [Verse 2: Puff Daddy] Yeah, yeah, yeah I tote gats wit' my n***a, clap wit' my n***a Break bread and then break backs wit' my n***a Jack wit' my n***a, co*k the latch wit' my n***a Now how you gon' act wit' my n***a? 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 k** him, read my lips You too, motherf**er if I don't see no bricks See, I flips when I don't see no chips Yeah, n***a, I know you in pain, I don't care n***a I want the stash, keys, hash, weed, G's motherf**er, freeze co*k s**er, you better bring the things out Before I blow your motherf**er frame out n***a what [Hook: Notorious B.I.G.] On the road to riches and diamond rings Real n***as do real things Hanging wit' the b**hes 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 Hanging wit' the b**hes is the song I sing Real n***as do real things [Lil' kim talking] Hey yo Big n***a's over here talkin' sh** Yo f** that, I'm gon' check these n***a's f** that, f** that [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] What you said? Speak up, I can't hear ya Oh, thought you was talkin' to us, um, pardon me, my bad I shoulda known ya'll ain't wanted with these three time losers The open surgeons heart removers n***as think they gon' stop my ones Put a contract out and stop ya'll lungs We powerful, don't think that all we got is guns We buy out everything you claim, including your name Mama b**h squeeze the life out of ya'll n***a's Screw barkin', I take bites out of ya'll n***a's Crack open your safe then put a bomb to it f** shootin' windows n***a, I jumps through it With the all black hoodie, beat a n***a 'til he hurl Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl When it comes to my n***a B.I.G I wanna see all ya'll n***as D.I.E [Hook: Lil' Kim] On the road to riches and diamond rings Real b**hes do real things Hanging with the n***as is the song I sing Real b**hes do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real b**hes do real things Hanging with the n***as is the song I sing Real b**hes do real things [Hook: Notorious B.I.G.] On the road to riches and diamond rings Real n***as do real things Hanging wit' the b**hes 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 Hanging wit' the b**hes is the song I sing Real n***as do real things