Mobb Deep - Real Niggaz lyrics

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

aye yo son where my real thugs n' them at

If you live nigga then you bussing your hammer

All my real niggaz not having to stand up

Niggaz better run or you'll be picking your man up

Clapping at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

One hammer two hammer three hammers four

H got drama with you I'm bringing it to your door

We get money on tours cuffin them broads

While we slutting them all then passing them off

Peeling off in that Bentley coupe

Got ma wetting them draws

You know I keeps them in that birthday suit

She know once that she up in that ride

And we get pulled

The hammers going in between her thighs

Need a chick got to explain a thing

She hip to it the games in her blood

And down for the grind

Till the death rep M.O.B.B

You a problem with it then you know where to reach me

I give them the business

No mirrors or smoke screens

Either you live it you live it

Or you just fronting

This rap shit for life

P thats my Co-D

We go back like staircases and O.E.

Stop playing

Nigga you thought wrong

Now look at you now

Look like sandwich meat with the ketchup sauce

But you was just hollering about

Infamous this infamous that

Your mouth was going off

Meanwhile we counts money piles

Till our fingertips green and them shits is sore

But we prefer plastic now

Its nothing like when its your tour stacking cash on the floor

saran wrap to the top jumpoffs wont fall down

Its not my cash your bitch love

Its how I kill it on the song

And she get a taste of the dick

She open now

Its shiny like a door and I don't pay the bitch no thought

I got alot of gall

Thats what the bitch haal

While I'm leaving her sight my heart is real cold

Real hard on a hoe

But much much harder for the dough

It be a bloody slaughter when we through

So don't get mad because your hoe probably sucking the kid

Attracted to the lifestyle of how us gangsters live

Teach her all about life

And the bees and birds

And how I shut that shit down when the beef occurs

And how I stick, and move all you see is a blur

Yo I'm a cool ass dude until you push me sir

And cant nobody squash this beef

YOu get it on with us then you up shits creek

Queens clique

Dont have me putting these bullets all in your ass

Your era is done and your time is passed

We better and these is the simple facts

You real rusty

My niggaz is built to last

And its on

We running around with our guns

Jewelery fit for pharaohs

Around our necks dun

In o four our thuns get the o six trucks

O lord

there is no saving us