Lyrics Real Niggaz Do Real Things - Mavado
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?
Sick
of
mama
screaming
that
"Get
a
job,
nigga"
Pressed
to
the
limit,
got
to
rob
me
a
nigga
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
nigga
and
bang
a
nigga
good
So
I
can
cop
a
Benz
and
drive
the
fuck
out
the
hood
Cause
baby-mama
screaming
"Your
daughter
12
months"
Can't
live
life
slinging
rocks
and
smoking
blunts
Hanging
wit
the
niggas
don't
pay
the
bills
And
being
broke
at
30
give
a
nigga
the
chills
So
what
we
gotta
do
is
creep
and
see
a
sweet
vic
Yo,
you
see
that
shit?
(Hell
yeah,
I
seen
that
shit)
Columbian,
Dominican,
yeah
whatever
Whoever
he
was,
he
had
it
tucked
under
the
leather
Two
keys,
20
G's,
nigga
please
Blew
his
brains
out
cause
witnesses
we
don't
leave
On
the
road
to
riches
and
diamond
rings
Real
niggas
do
real
things
Hanging
with
the
bitches
is
the
song
I
sing
Real
niggas
do
real
things
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
shit,
sold
the
5 bought
the
6
Delvecc,
copped
the
lex,
we
was
set
Nino
had
work
all
in
the
projects
Niggas
slingin
O's
he
kept
the
profit,
no
one
could
stop
it
We
was
livin
it
up
All
the
sexy
young
bitches
ain't
stressin
givin
it
up
Same
bitches
suckin'
dick
tryin'
their
best
to
thrill
me
Said
the
niggas
I
killed
is
out
to
kill
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
Niggas
still
hitting,
feel
the
hot
ones
in
my
back
Licked
six
shots,
smoked
the
nigga
wit
the
mac
The
nigga
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
ass
out
Then
I
passed
out
(passed
out,
passed
out)
Bad
Boy
in
the
house,
for
the
'95
peace
Real
niggas,
aight
Yo
check
it
Call
Lil
Cease,
Tell
that
motherfucker
to
bring
me
Some
motherfucking
weed
to
this
hospital
Fuck
that,
tell
Uncle
Paulie
to
go
pick
up
ten
Thousand
from
(?)
and
take
about
twenty
g's
from
Nino
Tell
that
motherfucker
to
get
this
nigga
next
door
up
Out
of
here,
that
nigga
be
snoring
all
night
I
can't
sleep
And
call
that
big
butt
nurse
with
the
long
hair
to
come
suck
my
dick
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
Niggas
say
I
died
dead
in
the
streets
Nigga,
I'm
getting
high
getting
head
on
the
beach
Chillin,
sittin
on
about
half
a
million
With
all
my
niggas,
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,
fuck
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
On
the
road
to
riches
and
diamond
rings
Real
niggas
do
real
things
Hanging
wit
the
niggas
is
the
song
I
sing
Real
niggas
do
real
things
On
the
road
to
riches
and
diamond
rings
Real
niggas
do
real
things
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