เนื้อเพลง Real N*ggas - Diddy

[Puffy]
I'm not wit none of that
Standin' around lookin' cool and sh*t
I want you motherf*ckers to jump the f*ck up
And have some motherf*ckin' fun
You understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this sh*t out
Four, five
As we procced to give you what you need

[Notorious B.I.G]
Sick of momma screamin' that "Get a job, n*gga"
Pressed to the limit, gotta rob me a n*gga
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hoop
Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G
Got to bang a n*gga and bang a n*gga good
So I could cop a Benz and drive the f*ck out the hood
Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts
Hangin' with the n*gga's don't pay the bills
And bein' broke at 30 give a n*gga the chills
So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see that sh*t? (Hell yeah, I see that sh*t)
Columbian, Dominican, yeah whatever
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, twenty G's, n*gga please
Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't need

[1] - On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real n*ggaz do real things
Hanging wit the b*tches is the song I sing
Real n*ggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real n*ggaz do real things
Hanging wit the b*tches is the song I sing
Real n*ggaz do real things

[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I tote gats wit my n*gga, clap wit my n*gga
Break bread and then break backs wit my n*gga
Jack wit my n*gga, cock the latch wit my n*gga
Now how you gon' act wit my n*gga?
Just remember there's a gun to your dome
And I will lick shots and run through your home
Or better yet I put your son to the chrome
Turn the music up and unplug the phone
I will kill him, read my lips
You too, motherf*cker if I don't see no bricks
See, I flips when I don't see no chips
Yeah, n*gga, I know you in pain, I don't care n*gga
I want the stash, keys, hash, weed, G's motherf*cker, freeze
Cock s*cker, you better bring the things out
Before I blow your motherf*cker frame out
N*gga what

[Repeat 1]

[Lil' Kim]
Real big n*gga's over here talkin' sh*t
Yo f*ck that, I'm gon' check these n*gga's
F*ck that, f*ck that
What you said? Speak up, I can't hear ya
Oh, thought you was talkin' to us, um pardon me, my bad
I shoulda known ya'll ain't wanted with these three time losers
The open surgeons heart removers
N*ggaz think they gon' stop my ones
Put a contract out and stop ya'll lungs
We powerful, don't think that all we got is guns
We buy out everything you claim, including your name
Mama b*tch squeeze the life out of ya'll n*gga's
Screw barkin', I take bites out of ya'll n*gga's
Crack open your safe then put a bomb to it
F*ck shootin' windows n*gga, I jumps through it
With the all black hood, he beat a n*gga 'till he hurl
Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl
When it comes to my n*gga B.I.G
I wanna see all ya'll n*ggaz D.I.E

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real b*tches do real things
Hanging with the n*ggas is the song I sing
Real b*tches do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real b*tches do real things
Hanging with the n*ggas is the song I sing
Real b*tches do real things