Versuri 11. Real Niggaz

Is the song I sing 
Real niggaz do real things 
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing 
Real niggaz do real things 
 
On the road to riches and diamond rings 
Real niggaz do real things 
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring 
Real niggaz do real things, check 
 
We started out makin', small time bacon 
Two little niggaz bakin', talkin' 'bout whippin' cakes 
Get clothin' and big cheddar, hopin' it gets better 
We had no knowledge of this shit, we just was with whatever 
 
In front of your buildin' clockin', thought I was makin' a killin' 
Right in front of your children, eightball in my side pocket 
They was corrupt too, disrespectin' the fiends I used to 
Look up to, take it or leave it, fuck you 
 
In different parts of the planet, Oakland to New York 
I'm hollerin' Lifetimes', he hollerin' 'Life's Too Short' 
Parallel lives and jewels held high 
To the Range, to the Rove, get exchanged, for your souls 
 
You know how the game goes, slang to get G's 
And speak in Chinese, everybody gains the same dough 
Get your shit scarred fuckin' with my sick squad 
From Marcy, to the Bay y'all, we get large, keep in charge 
 
On the road to riches and diamond rings 
Real niggaz do real things 
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing 
Real niggaz do real things 
 
On the road to riches and diamond rings 
Real niggaz do real things 
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring 
Real niggaz do real things 
 
So now you own a record label, I got one too 
We on a roll now, can't nobody stop our crew 
You can treat us like convicts, you know we got records 
On the shelf and on the charts the double deckers 
 
The fat donkey house down the block, belongs to me 
You criticize the way I walk, you wanna see my bankbook? 
I'm not a crook, I flipped the script and changed my ways 
So I can get paid 
 
Everyday I see the same old shit, I see in the streets 
I know you think I'm sellin' keys but I only sell beats 
Dopefiend music, it's drug related 
You can buy it on the corner, get a radio and play it 
 
It always sounds better when you turn it up loud 
Rap music, let these motherfuckers know what we about 
I know these gay ass record labels keep fuckin' niggaz 
It's just like in the streets main, how much you get? 
 
On the road to riches, and diamond rings 
Real niggaz do real things 
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing 
Real niggaz do real things 
 
On the road to riches and diamond rings 
Real niggaz do real things 
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring 
Real niggaz do real things 
 
That's right, I been a hustler for a long time 
Always got the right beats, never saying wrong rhymes 
I started off with nothing ended up with everything 
Now we sip Hennessee in first class on every plane 
 
Ask Jay-Z, he know what I'm sayin' 
Always see me at the bank and yes I'm goin' again 
There ain't no dollar amount, that can make me happy 
Fine women, a big house, a truck and a Caddy 
 
Now peep, how sweet, niggaz lives can get 
Put beef aside, the East and Westside connect 
Short Dawg, and Jigga with the, fo'-fo' flow 
I got love for y'all motherfuckers, y'all just don't know 
 
I know y'all got a thing for them rag six-fo's 
I like the five speed drops, pop the clutch then go 
If you want it, keep ballin', and if you jealous stop 
I want Biggie to rest in peace, as well as 'Pac, how real is that? 
 
On the road to riches and diamond rings 
Real niggaz do real things 
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing 
Real niggaz do real things 
 
On the road to riches and diamond rings 
Real niggaz do real things 
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring 
Real niggaz do real things 
 
And I'm out, Beyotch, Short Dawg's in the house 
Jigga, much love, Short Dawg, get your money main 
All the way from the West coast 
Uhh, how real is that