Testo Real Niggaz - Mobb Deep
Testo della canzone Real Niggaz (Mobb Deep), tratta dall'album Amerikaz Nightmare
Yeah, y'all know what it is
Infamous has just entered the building
Yeah, yeah mama
Keep doing that, just like that, I like that
But you got one problem
You hanging with some real clowns over there
They some real clown killers
Shooting off in the air like that
Ay yo son, where my real dogs at?
If you live nigga then you busting your hammer
All my real niggas not having to stand up
Nigga you better run or you'll be picking your man up
Clapping at whoever, I ain't leaving in handcuffs
If you live nigga then you busting your hammer
All my real niggas not having to stand up
Nigga you better run or you'll be picking your man up
Clapping at whoever, I ain't leaving in handcuffs
I said one hammer, two hammers, three hammers, four
H got drama with you, I'm bringing it to your door
We get money on tours, you cuffing them broads
While we slutting them all and passing them off
Peeling off in that Bentley Coupe, got ma wetting them drawers
You know I keeps them in that birthday suit
She knows once that she up in that ride
If we get pulled, the hammer's going in between her thighs
Need a chick, gotta explain the thing, she hip to it
The game's in her blood and down for the grind
To the death, rep M-O-B-B
You got a problem with it then you know where to reach me
I give them the business, no mirrors or smokescreens
Either you live it, you live it, or you just fronting
This rap shit for life P, that's my co-d
We go back like staircases in old E, stop playing
If you live nigga then you busting your hammer
All my real niggas not having to stand up
Nigga you better run or you'll be picking your man up
Clapping at whoever, I ain't leaving in handcuffs
If you live nigga then you busting your hammer
All my real niggas not having to stand up
Nigga you better run or you'll be picking your man up
Clapping at whoever, I ain't leaving in handcuffs
You thought wrong, now look at you now
Look like sandwich meat with the ketchup sauce
But you was just hollering 'bout
Infamous this, Infamous that, your mouth was going off
Meanwhile we counting money piles
Til our fingertips green and them niggas is soft
Though we prefer plastic now
It's nothing like when it's your tour stacking cash on the floor
Saran wrap so the top jumpoffs won't fall down
It's not my cash your bitch love, it's how I kill it on a song
And she get a taste of the dick, she open now
Excited like a dog and I don't pay the bitch no thought
I got a lot of gall, that's what the bitch howl
While I'm leaving her sight, my heart is real cold
Real hard on a ho, but much, much harder for the dough
It be a bloody slaughter when we through
If you live nigga then you busting your hammer
All my real niggas not having to stand up
Nigga you better run or you'll be picking your man up
Clapping at whoever, I ain't leaving in handcuffs
If you live nigga then you busting your hammer
All my real niggas not having to stand up
Nigga you better run or you'll be picking your man up
Clapping at whoever, I ain't leaving in handcuffs
Yo, don't get mad cause your ho probably fucking the kid
Attracted to the lifestyle of how us gangstas live
Teach her all about life, yeah the bees and birds
And how I shut that shit down when the beef occur
And how I stick and I move, all you see is a blur
Yo, I'm a cool ass dude 'til you push me sir
And can't nobody squash this beef
You get it on with us, then you up this creep, queef
Don't have me putting this shit all in your ass
Your era is done and your time has passed
We better and these are the simple facts
You real rusty, my niggas is built to last
And it's on, we running around with our guns
Jewelry fit with pharaohs around our necks, dun
In '04, my duns get the '06 trucks
Oh Lord, there is no saving us
If you live nigga then you busting your hammer
All my real niggas not having to stand up
Nigga you better run or you'll be picking your man up
Clapping at whoever, I ain't leaving in handcuffs
If you live nigga then you busting your hammer
All my real niggas not having to stand up
Nigga you better run or you'll be picking your man up
Clapping at whoever, I ain't leaving in handcuffs
Word up man
Y'all niggas need to be quiet man
Just stay quiet, stay up off in that corner man
Don't even move from over there man
'Cause y'all come over here with that bullshit
You know it's going down son
We ain't shooting in the air over here man
For real, for real, for real
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Writer(s): Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Albert Johnson, Andy Thelusma
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