Текст песни Real Niggaz - Remix - Biggie Smalls

A-yeah!
Bad Boy in the house for the '95
Big shout out to my man Mel Smith
To my man Don Cee Shan 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 the hooptie (uh-huh)
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 (uh-huh)
Because baby-mama screaming, "Your daughter 12 months"
Can't live life slinging rocks and smoking blunts (ugh)
Hanging with 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 see that shit)
Colombian, Dominican, yeah whatever
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, 20 Gs, nigga, please!
Blew his brains out because 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
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, ugh!
And the saga continues, uh

Yeah, Bad Boy in the house
Blowing up the spot and all that
And all this paper, son
Keep it real, son
PR in the house
Nasim
Supa P Kelly Green represent to the fullest

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 (uh-huh)
A little extra tricking loot be coming in handy
Check it, got on some 95 shit, sold the five, bought the six
Del Vec, copped the Lex, we was set (ugh!)
Nino had work all in the projects
Niggas slinging O's he kept the profit
No one could stop it, we was living it up
All the sexy young bitches stressing, giving it up
Same bitches sucking dick, trying their best to thrill me
Said the niggas I killed is out to kill me
Soon as she spoke, on that note, I saw trench coats
One had a MAC spitting, all I saw was gunsmoke
The other had a shotty, I was shooting everybody
And I wasn't missing (ugh), had to get out this position
Niggas still hitting, feeling hot ones in my back
Licked six shots, smoked the nigga with the MAC
The nigga with the shotty still busting, cussing
Maricóns and putas, all I'm trying to do is shoot ya
Two shots in the Ruger, booyah! Blew his ass out
Then I passed out (passed out, passed out)

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
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 (ugh, ugh)

And the saga continues
Bad Boy in the house, for the 95 piece
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 Dez and go take about 20 Gs 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, ugh!

The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
(Ugh!) But the nurses is loving me
Saying the best part of the day is my half
Feeding me breakfast and giving me a sponge bath (ugh)
Niggas say I died dead in the streets
Nigga, I'm getting high, getting head on the beach
Chilling (ugh!), sitting on about half a million
With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion (yeah)
All for the love of drug dealing (ugh!)
Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (yeah)
Any repercussion, Junior mafia spit clips
All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme (yeah)
Raw flows, and that's how it goes

On the road to riches and diamond rings (yeah)
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
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, ugh!

Check it out (ugh)
Notorious B.I.G. be representing BK to the fullest (right)
Junior Mafia for life!
Give a shoutouts to DJ Jam! (yeah)
Craig Frazier! Homicide!
The whole Radio Check crew! (yeah)
Death Row! The West Coast!
My nigga Wiz, my nigga JC (yeah)
Money Mal, Big Pump!
The whole Junior Mafia clique (right)
Representing, Uncle Paulie (yeah)
(Junior Mafia!)
Nine- five motherfuckers!
Get high motherfuckers! (Junior Mafia!)
Ready to Die motherfuckers!
And if you don't stop