real niggas do real things lyrics – cormega


uh huh
uh huh yo
this goes out to you(mega) la dc the queens and brooklyn crew
va atlanta, n*gg*s from uptown too. (uh huh) yea exclusive
you know how we do it kiko, connecticut muthaf*ckin cormega settin it

yo, to my enemies, i show no sympathy
lay down forever, with my tre-ocho, spray loco
united we stand, divided we fall
in spite of it all, i am still the illest n*gg*,
keepin it real with n*gg*s
weed in my lungs, henny fill my liver
its on now, n*gg*s better get gone now
or get torn down, with 4-pounds my team kick doors down
my dreamim for cream, we can all have

chorus: cormega

on the road to the riches and diamond rings
real n*gg*s do real things
iam rappin for the b*tches in the songs i sing
cuz real n*gg*s do real things

on the road to the riches and diamond rings
real n*gg*s do real things
iam rappin over beats by b.i.g.
cuz real n*gg*s do real things

alota long time friends are foes now
exposed now to my four-pound
no rock tote on my block
your spot closed now
dedicated to those who, never made it
f*ck those who froze while interrogated.
picture me giving the cops a victory by snitchin
i’d rather be in penetenrcy
doin life, with you n*gg*s runnin though my wife
f*ck it iam locked down forever do her right
where i go my nine go
my eyes low, from hydro
my shine glow, f*ck 5-0
yo, let me think a minute, my jeep tinted
the heat is in it, i better drive slow
cause i aint wit bein, printed in a cell
henny got me bent as h*ll, usually i mix it with ginger ale
i p*ss, where n*gg*s fail, i stab for n*gg*s bail
i flash the wicked el, to have ya n*gg*s, down like what

chorus (x2)
(real n*gg*s do real things, ya know
i think its time for me go, iam out kiko
nah son, one more for bk. ok check it out)

yo, from qbc it be me c-o-r-m-e-g-a, get it
also known as the planna montana
wit banana clips, hittin ya man up
my rhymes got ya swichtin ya plan up
i leave a leave a innefect with inelect
the lx or gs, my procedure be best
compet*tion be ??? like d’z hittin the spot
wit no ki’s left (stupid)
look at your b*tch she wet
she wanna do me because,
iam rappin over biggie rockin a kool g.
well check this, i got colombians money
in the bed i hit your honey in
no love for cops cause my dunn is on the run again
feel the rhyme, i got the sh*t locked liked prison time
and ’98 is to late iam gettin mines

yea cormega kiko
say no more

/ cormega lyrics