Skippa Da Flippa - Real Street Nigga lyrics
rate meEvery real street nigga know the reat street nigga my nigga
And most of you be rapping for days
They hating, broking on the sit, know they get figures
What to do my nigga?
What to do my nigga?
What to do my nigga?
What to do my nigga?
What to do?
If I ever got broke, I sell my cousin then go back and wiping the dope
We cooking shit, what you gonna do my nigga?
What you gonna do my nigga?
What you gonna do my nigga
So real, but you relly get with fakes
Nigga we see ‘em in all state
What you been throw my nigga?
What you been throw my nigga?
What to do?
What you gonna do my nigga?
What you gonna do my nigga?
Anybody care it, boy you pull a trigger
Look, listen had good story
When I shut three rubber hoary
Call him on the hall way, nigga that’s my way
And that’s just the middle of the story
They really see high and hurt
Cuz I ain’t gonna die for but mama die with him
Watch for this fitty space, shut her and feel ‘em
Watch for this sneaky snakes
See that bitch over there, don’t tell how send ‘em
Ooh nigga what you gonna do, when you’ll find out your hoer lovin’ in the crew
We like to sit back there and banging the brew
And don’t want your bitch cuz she don’t come with 2
What you’ve been into? Do you believe in God?
Have you hit throw intros?
I didn’t walk so many miles
So many (?) and I still haven’t see you
You done and you real
But I’m no realer, chop under my team killer
Take a hundred (?) damn get realer
Click, click, every real street nigga know a real street nigga, my nigga
And most of you rappers full gazy, they hating, broke number sit no sit figures
Cas, what to do my nigga, what to do my nigga
What to do my nigga?
What to do my nigga?
What to do?
If I ever got broke, I sell my cousin then go back and wiping the dope
We cooking shit, what you gonna do my nigga?
What you gonna do my nigga?
What you gonna do my nigga
So real, but you relly get with fakes
Nigga we see ‘em in all state
What you been throw my nigga?
What you been throw my nigga?
This is a full game, been out there for two chains
Free bullet out get 21
Robbing nigga, force two chains
Head shut got 2 brains
I will do two rocks, got in 2 lain
Bullet shade like all nine
With my cove bank, that’s my color man,
I won’t rob this shit, so irrelevant
This the important medicine
I’ve been on your port for your hell
I’ve been smoking ale after ale
Getting mail after mail
Watching my homie take fifty
And I’ve been going A shit before I even heard fifty
And my sit get thirty getting (?)
But we don’t talk boy we told
And the bitch gonna get by, by
All those bitch was the same thing
It’s not your chain if you ain’t chain ahead
One for bitch you want gang bang
Yeah, give me that, what the bullets at, like give me that,
Come on baby, give me back
Carlos tune no tined chop, gonna get no nap let me get it back
Every real street nigga knows the real street nigga, my nigga
And most of you rappers full gazing, they hating
Broke number, they see? See no figure
What to do my nigga?
What to do my nigga?
What to do my nigga?
What to do my nigga?
If I ever got broke I sell my cousin and go back and wipping it all
We cook shit, what you gonna do my nigga
What you gonna do my nigga?
So real but you really think you can broke in pieces nigga
When you see him on the State
What you been throw my nigga?
What you been throw my nigga?
