- REDMAN Real Niggaz 歌詞
- REDMAN
- Yeah, now, now is you motherfuckers ready for this? （cmon）
Do you really think you ready for this? （cmon）
Do you know that you ready for this, huh?
We gon see if you ready for this
I be the street sweeper nigga
Quick to leave your whole block shook and shot at
From fuckin round with the mi-dack
Eleven, twenty-four, act 47
Fuck whos standin around them get close up and down and
I done came here to get brains
Shoot you twice in your stomach
Then leave your boxin shorts full of shit stains
Youre bitch-made, you aint a gangsta you a sucker ass
These niggaz scared of your bark {*barkin*} but bitch I touch ass
And bust back, whats that? its face-mob in effect
With icarus, reggie, jamal and treach
I told you that talkin wasnt shit to me
So bitch be more specific when you spit for me
It aint 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 dont want no static
Real niggaz - louder
Real niggaz - louder, louder
Real niggaz - yo
Real niggaz..
Yo, yo, yo
Its funk doc, I thought you knew
Ppp in the back and 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 wannnt? yo, my boys is beastie
We grew up untamed, unemployed and eatin
You sharks in the water, avoid the deep end
We only fuck chicks that enjoys the beatings
Young ike turners, disco infern-ers
Concentratio camp, nobody turn up
I roll up a x that came with kits
Leave you with nightmares dana dane was with （niiight-marrres）
I can train yo bitch, with a chain and whip
It, blow the block down while I change the clip
Yo, dont approach me wrong, little kids call me smokey-mon
Cause the blunts that I light set off smoke alarms {*beep beep*}
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 oprahs arm
And I know a old lady thatll choke they moms
A attitude, thats what I dont walk without
Nigga ima 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, Im 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 fo
Im the nigga that the streets raised
Im the nigga thatll make 3-ways outta nigga pjs
The nigga, thatll smack the shit out the dj
If he dont give icarus shit a replay
Poker flush, yall niggaz joke too much
And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much, we
First of all you gotta have balls unlike some who act hard
I was real ever since I shot out my pops black balls
Im real, I can sense danger and tap calls
Im real, I feel when haters wanna clap mal
I look a nigga eye to eye when I speak
Im transparent, I can see if you a killer or a freak
Or a bitch thatll do anything to get rich
Or a snitch thatll drop dime on the click
Or a fake, thatll rather see me at my wake
Or a jake tryin to infilitrate, give me a case
Im real like, bitch, get the fuck out my face
Im real like let me stick my dick in ya mouth, give you a taste
Im a real nigga if I dont get no bigger
Im 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 redmans 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 and kris with kringle
Gettin funk from nymphos and scratch my nuts witcho single
Whos the game scratcher minus the rap masters
Name is heyyy, 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 gs a part of me, icky slips his ownself mickies
In crowded armories, fuck with redman youre a dead man at the robbery
Youll be adebisi greasy put him on to me, fuck that
Im 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 then some radio review.....
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