Real niggas do real things Hanging with the honies is the song I sing Real niggas do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Busting my toast off the roof drinking ninety proof til spring Real niggas do real things, check
We started out making, small time bacon Two little niggas baking, talking bout whipping cakes Get clothing and big cheddar, hoping it gets better We had no knowledge of this shit we just was with whatever In front of your building clocking, thought I was making a killing Right in front of your children, eight ball in my side pocket They was corrupt too, disrespecting 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 hollering Lifetimes, he hollering Life's Too $hort 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 fucking with my sick squad From Marcy, to the Bay y'all, we get large, keep in charge
[Chorus] On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging with the honies is the song I sing Real niggas do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Busting my toast off the roof drinking 90 proof til spring Real niggas 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 selling keys but I only sell beats Dope fiend 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 fucking niggas It's just like in the streets main, how much you get?
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 Hennessy in first class on every plane Ask Jay-Z, he know what I'm saying Always see me at the bank and yes I'm going 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, niggas 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 balling, and if you jealous stop I want Biggie to rest in peace, as well as 'Pac How real is that?
Bitch! 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