Timbo King - Real n***as lyrics

[Stoneface] Uh, what? Word up! Happy boy a** n***as This how it is Now ever since birth, I was labelled as one of the worst I used to rob, want you cash, but your chain first No questions asked, b**h don't laugh, after him your purse I knew I was one of the first n***as like me on the planet earth To get a St. Ides and chased with Hennessey to quench my thirst Too much misery I've seen (Many n***as in a hurse) If it's war between you and me, I better move in first Ain't no unity with us, make your best friend your nurse So you stay over there, I stay over here, yeah that sh** will work But if you come over here, better beware, cuz we leave you hurt I come straight from the dirt, the most talked about Type of n***a that catch you when you walkin out Never seen like God sittin and barkin out I'm all about larger amounts, stick you, buy a larger house I'm hard no doubt, you be mumblin and we be callin out Get my dick s**ed easy, chicks be fallin out f** labels, we tourin out, this is what hip-hop is all about [Chorus - Kaos the Seventh Sign] (Timbo King): Real n***as do real things, things (To all my real n***as) Real n***as do real things, things (To all my real n***as) [Timbo King] Yo, for real n***as who feel this is on some numb sh** Gun sh**, peace to my jail n***as who run sh** Corner thugs, buggin on birds they serve for purpose The same .45 in your mouth, stuck up your workers Extreme measures, illegal treasures Plus the safe, scavengers, pepper mace in your face Purple haze, lace hash from Morocco burnin We on the block earnin thousands, from P.J.'s and houses Diggin pockets, rip trousers Spark a Dutch, start a forest fire Tap, drop a diamond, informant n***as wore police-wires We on some '86, stick-up fig' impulse The last days are crime son, take it as an insult Dirty burnin blaze at night, we got to Av sewn Nickel-plate, .44 chrome, murder dead zone Police tracin prints, stolen cars with tints Bum b**h boost gear, sellin clothes for cents Sharp razors make a face ugly, snnatch a diamond, lovely Drinkin Valentine, ghetto bubbly The thugs be extortin corner stores, startin wars, daily routine Undercover tight blue jeans hara** teens Chorus [Kaos the Seventh Sign] How many n***as wanna die for my cause? Just embrace my face I've been on frontline with motherf**ers, stay in your place You never f** with the real G, watch Ka' rise Lyric to you n***as, never seen murder my eyes I tear the frames out you motherf**ers, cross that line I be the nine for years and now the f**in world is mine I hold the whole world in contempt Until my pockets gettin fat, and my money spit I'm stayin bent, off the Johnny Walker Motherf**ers straight up New York I put the bite back in crime, tell the man that it's over My reign of terror till a n***a die, my rap n***as on the move Punks who wanna try, will see my nine's fly n***as bite the dust, but we start to roll You want beef, it's now peace, here the clips on yo They call the Gods motherf**ers, cuz that drama we bring Cuz f**in real n***as do real things, n***a Chorus x2