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letra de real niggaz - the notorious b.i.g.

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[intro]
a-yeah!
bad boy in the house for the ’95
big shout out to my man mel smith
to my man don cee shan in the house
what’s up mich-lle ray, what’s up boo?

[verse one]
sick of mama screamin’ that “get a job, n-gga”
pressed to the limit, got to rob me a n-gga
simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie (uh-huh)
whispered in his ear “this is what we got to do, g”
got to bang a n-gga and bang a n-gga good
so i can cop a benz and drive the f-ck out the hood (uh-huh)
’cause baby-mama screamin’, “your daughter 12 months”
can’t live life slingin’ rocks and smokin’ blunts (ugh)
hangin’ with the n-ggas don’t pay the bills
and being 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? (h-ll yeah, i see that sh-t)
colombian, dominican, yeah whatever
whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
two keys, 20 gs, n-gga, please!
blew his brains out ’cause witnesses, we don’t leave

[hook]
on the road to riches and diamond rings
real n-ggas do real things
hanging with the b-tches is the song i sing
real n-ggas do real things
on the road to riches and diamond rings
real n-ggas do real things
hanging with the b-tches is the song i sing
real n-ggas do real things, ugh!
and the saga continues, uh

[interlude: radio skit]
radio check, back on the phones! i got a caller. caller, your name?
yo, this is jam
who?
jam!
dj jam?
dj jam!
f-ck you doing on the phone? man, you supposed to be helping me do this biggie thing…
man, if jc can get up in here and do his, you know what i’m saying, lil’ roll call, lil’ thing, i know i can get up in here and introduce mine. you know what i’m saying?
aight, yo
can i run it down?
yeah, aight
i’ma just let the record spin and this what i want you to play, right?
aight!
you can hit me off with uh, first, with “ready to die.”
yeah
come back with “one more chance.”
mhm
then you know you gotta hit that “the what” with the mr. mef, right?
yeah
and then, since it is a “everyday struggle” out there, you can hit me with that joint, too
that’s right. now bring your -ss back in this room and get back on them turntables

[spoken]
yeah, bad boy in the house
blowing up the spot and all that
and all this paper, son
keep it real, son
pr in the house
nasim
supa p kelly green represent to the fullest

[verse 2]
after mad blunts and gin we had the plan made
i bought my wifey a crib, i bought the mafia an arcade
mad games: pool tables and candy (uh-huh)
a little extra trickin’ loot be comin’ in handy
check it, got on some ’95 sh-t, sold the 5, bought the 6
del vec, copped the lex, we was set (ugh!)
nino had work all in the projects
n-ggas slingin’ o’s he kept the profit
no one could stop it, we was livin it up
all the s-xy young b-tches stressin’, givin’ it up
same b-tches suckin’ d-ck, tryin’ their best to thrill me
said the n-ggas i k!lled is out to k!ll me
soon as she spoke, on that note, i saw trenchcoats
one had a mac spittin’, all i saw was gunsmoke
the other had a shotty, i was shootin’ everybody
and i wasn’t missin’ (ugh), had to get out this position
n-ggas still hittin’, feeling hot ones in my back
l!cked six shots, smoked the n-gga with the mac
the n-gga with the shotty still bustin’, cussin’
maricóns and putas, all i’m tryin to do is shoot ya
two shots in the ruger, booyah! blew his -ss out
then i p-ssed out (p-ssed out, p-ssed out)

[hook]
on the road to riches and diamond rings
real n-ggas do real things
hanging with the b-tches is the song i sing
real n-ggas do real things
on the road to riches and diamond rings
real n-ggas do real things
hanging with the b-tches is the song i sing
real n-ggas do real things (ugh, ugh)

[break]
and the saga continues
bad boy in the house, for the ’95 piece
real n-ggas, aight

[interlude]
yo check it
call lil cease, tell that motherf-cker to bring me some motherf-cking weed to this hospital
f-ck that, tell uncle paulie to go pick up ten thousand from dez and go take about 20 gs from nino
tell that motherf-cker to get this n-gga next door up out of here, that n-gga be snoring all night, i can’t sleep
and call that big b-tt nurse with the long hair to come suck my d-ck, ugh!

[verse 3]
the doctor said i need about three weeks of recovery
(ugh!) but the nurses is lovin’ me
sayin’ the best part of the day is my half
feedin’ me breakfast and givin’ me a sponge bath (ugh)
n-ggas say i died dead in the streets
n-gga, i’m gettin’ high, gettin’ head on the beach
chillin (ugh!), sittin on about half a million
with all my n-ggas, all my guns, all my women
next two years, i should see about a billion (yeah)
all for the love of drug dealing (ugh!)
got no love for the other side, f-ck them tricks (yeah)
any repercussion, junior m.a.f.i.a. spit clips
all the time, big poppa kick the raw rhyme (yeah)
raw flows, and that’s how it goes

[hook]
on the road to riches and diamond rings (yeah)
real n-ggas do real things
hanging with the b-tches is the song i sing
real n-ggas do real things
on the road to riches and diamond rings
real n-ggas do real things
hanging with the b-tches is the song i sing
real n-ggas do real things, ugh!

[outro]
check it out (ugh)
the notorious b.i.g. be representing bk to the fullest (right…)
junior mafia for life!
give a shoutouts to dj jam! (yeah)
craig frazier! homicide!
the whole radio check crew! (yeah)
death row! the west coast!
my n-gga wiz, my n-gga jc (yeah)
money mal, big pump!
the whole junior mafia clique (right…)
representing, uncle paulie (yeah)
(junior mafia!)
9-5 motherf-ckers!
get high motherf-ckers! (junior mafia!)
ready to die motherf-ckers!
and if you don’t know…

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