Текст песни Real Niggaz - Redman , Scarface
Real
niggaz,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Real
niggaz,
yeah,
real
niggaz,
yeah,
real
niggaz,
yeah,
yeah
Louder
Yeah,
now,
now
is
you
motherfuckers
ready
for
this,
c′mon
Do
you
really
think
you
ready
for
this,
c'mon
Do
you
know
that
you
ready
for
this,
huh
We
gonna
see
if
you
ready
for
this
I
be
the
street
sweeper,
nigga
Quick
to
leave
your
whole
block
shook
an′
shot
at
From
fuckin'
round
with
the
Midack
Eleven,
twenty-four,
act
47
Fuck
who's
standin′
around
them
get
close
up
and
down
an′
I
done
came
here
to
get
brains
Shoot
you
twice
in
your
stomach
Then
leave
your
boxin'
shorts
full
of
shit
stains
You′re,
bitch
maid,
you
ain't
a
gangsta,
you
a
sucker
ass
These
niggaz,
scared
of
your
bark,
but
bitch
I
touch
ass
And
bust
back,
what′s
that,
it's
face
mob
in
effect
With
Icarus,
Reggie,
Jamal
and
Treach
I
told
you
that
talkin′
wasn't
shit
to
me
So
bitch
be
more
specific
when
you
spit
for
me
It
ain't
shit
to
me,
you
a
hoe
in
fifth
degree,
a
discharge
from
a
dick
Disease,
you
lil′
maggot,
part
time
thug
for
a
faggot
Plastic
ass
chump,
you
don′t
want
no
static
Real
niggaz,
louder,
real
niggaz,
louder,
louder
Real
niggaz,
yo,
real
niggaz
Yo,
yo,
yo,
it's
Funk
Doc,
I
thought
you
knew
P
P
P
in
the
back
an′
they
parkin'
to,
jump
Thorough
borough,
bricks,
ashy
elbow
kid
I
fuck
chicks
off
Elmo
Flicks
My
tape
is
off
safety,
tongue
the
gun
Mouth
to
barrel,
I
spit,
it
numbs
the
front
So
what
cha,
what
cha
wanna,
yo,
my
boys
is
beastie
We
grew
up
untamed,
unemployed
an′
eatin'
You
sharks
in
the
water,
avoid
the
deep
end
We
only
fuck
chicks
that
enjoys
the
beatings
Young
Ike
Turners,
disco
inferners
Concentration
camp,
nobody
turn
up
I
roll
up
a
X
that
came
with
kits
Leave
you
with
nightmares,
Dana
Dane
was
with
I
can
train
yo′
bitch,
with
a
chain
an'
whip
It
blow
the
block
down
while
I
change
the
clip
Yo,
don't
approach
me
wrong,
little
kids
call
me
′Smokey-mon′
'Cause
the
blunts
that
I
light
set
off
smoke
alarms
And
I
stand
on
the
corner
′til
my
coke
is
gone
Niggaz,
wanna
get
they
ice
picks,
poke
the
don
But
they
know
I
got
a
gun
big
as
Oprah's
arm
And
I
know
a
old
lady,
that′ll
choke
their
moms
A
attitude,
that's
what
I
don′t
walk
without
Nigga,
I'ma
time
for
it,
you
just
talk
about
Ic
is
the
man,
and
I
never
been
to
Japan
Got
a
Japanese
bitch,
with
my
dick
in
her
hand
This
is
the
plan,
I'm
about
to
get
in
the
van
Go
and
get
rid
of
the
man,
I
done
did
it
again
Skunk
I
blow,
then
off
to
the
trunk
I
go
Pull
the
pump
out
slow,
dump
out
foe
I′m
the
nigga,
that
the
streets
raised
I′m
the
nigga,
that'll
make
3-ways
outta
nigga
PJ′s
The
nigga,
that'll
smack
the
shit
out
the
DJ
If
he
don′t
give
Icarus
shit
a
replay
Poker
flush,
y'all
niggaz
joke
too
much
And
my
gun
got
cancer,
it
smoke
too
much,
we
Real
niggaz,
louder,
real
niggaz,
louder,
louder
Real
niggaz,
yo,
real
niggaz
First
of
all,
you
gotta
have
balls
unlike
some
who
act
hard
I
was
real
ever
since
I
shot
out
my
pops
black
balls
I′m
real,
I
can
sense
danger
and
tap
calls
I'm
real,
I
feel
when
haters
wanna
clap
mal
I
look
a
nigga,
eye
to
eye
when
I
speak
I'm
transparent,
I
can
see
if
you
a
killer
or
a
freak
Or
a
bitch
that′ll
do
anythin′
to
get
rich
Or
a
snitch
that'll
drop
dime
on
the
click
Or
a
fake,
that′ll
rather
see
me
at
my
wake
Or
a
Jake
tryin'
to
infilitrate,
give
me
a
case
I′m
real
like,
bitch,
get
the
fuck
out
my
face
I'm
real
like
let
me
stick
my
dick
in
ya
mouth,
give
you
a
taste
I′m
a
real
nigga,
if
I
don't
get
no
bigger
I'm
five
five,
still
knockin′
out
tall,
niggaz
We
real
niggaz
plottin′
on
dummies
with
tall
figures
Real
niggaz.
hands
on
forty
caliber
triggers
Bullets
hummin',
real
like
Redman′s
fifth
comin'
Trigger
Treach
Bastards
blunts,
Buddhas
bullets,
black
gats
is
the
lingo
Fuck
a
jolly
jingle,
old
bitches
break
for
Bingo
Christmas
time
I
crack
Yak,
an′
Kris
with
Kringle
Gettin'
funk
from
Nymphos
an′
scratch
my
nuts
witcho'
single
Who's
the
game
scratcher
minus
the
rap
masters
Name
is
Hey,
with
the
Gay-G
after
My
thugs
on
the
street
with
the
heat,
listen
to
me
See
them
diamond
D.M.
medallions,
snatch,
you
give
′em
to
me
Mally
G′s
a
part
of
me,
Icky
slips
his
ownself
Mickies
In
crowded
armories,
fuck
with
Redman
You're
a
dead
man
at
the
robbery
You′ll
be,
Adebisi
greasy,
put
him
on
to
me,
fuck
that
I'm
a
throwin′
flames
Fanatic,
bashin'
brains
come
at
it
Beat
you
with
the
shit
that
they
used
to
frame
the
attic
Your
skank-ass,
go
′Voo-doo',
poodle-wig
wearin'
rashy
Rusty
and
trusty,
musty
wack
nasty
1 Soopaman Luva 5 (Part II)
2 Whut I'ma Do Now
3 Doggz II
4 Wrong 4 Dat
5 Bricks Two
6 Muh-Fucka
7 Enjoy da Ride
8 Da Bullshit
9 Uh-Huh
10 WKYA (Drop)
11 Lick A Shot
12 Diggy Doc
13 Let's Get Dirty (I Can't Get in da club)
14 Roller Coaster Malpractice (intro)
15 Real Niggaz
16 Jerry Swinger Stickup (skit)
17 J.U.M.P.
18 2-Way Madness (skit)
19 Dat Bitch
20 Soopaman Luva 5, Part I
21 Who Wants to Fuck a Millionaire (skit)
22 Judge Juniqua (skit)
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