Redman Real Niggaz Lyrics

(feat. Scarface, Treach, Mally G & Icarus)

[Icarus]
Yeah, now, now is you m_________ers ready for this? (c'mon)
Do you really think you ready for this? (c'mon)
Do you know that you ready for this, huh?
We gon' see if you ready for this

[Scarface]
I be the street sweeper n____
Quick to leave your whole block shook and shot at
from f___in round with the mi-dack
Eleven, twenty-four, act 47
f___ who's standin around them get close up and down and
I done came here to get brains
Shoot you twice in your stomach
then leave your boxin shorts full of s___ stains
You're b____-made, you ain't a gangsta you a sucker a__
These n____z scared of your bark {*barkin*} but b____ I touch a__
and bust back, what's that? It's Face-mob in effect
with Icarus, Reggie, Jamal and Treach
I told you that talkin wasn't s___ to me
So b____ be more specific when you spit for me
"It ain't s___ to me," you a hoe in fifth degree
A discharge from a d___ disease
You lil' maggot, part time thug for a f__got
Plastic-a__ chump, you don't want no static

[Chorus: Redman]
Real n____z - louder
Real n____z - louder, LOUDER
Real n____z - yo
Real n____z..

[Redman]
Yo, yo, yo
It's Funk Doc, I thought you knew
PPP in the back and they parkin to, jump
Thorough borough, Bricks, ashy elbow kid
I f___ chicks off Elmo flicks
My tape is off safety, tongue the gun
Mouth to barrel, I spit, it numbs the front
"SO WHAT 'CHA WHAT 'CHA WANNNT?" Yo, my Boys is Beastie
We grew up untamed, unemployed and eatin
You sharks in the water, avoid the deep end
We only f___ chicks that enjoys the beatings
Young Ike Turners, disco infern-ers
Concentratio camp, nobody turn up
I roll up a 'X' that came with kits
Leave you with "Nightmares" Dana Dane was with (niiight-marrres)
I can train yo' b____, with a chain and whip
It, blow the block down while I change the clip

[Icarus]
Yo, don't approach me wrong, little kids call me Smokey-mon
Cause the blunts that I light set off smoke alarms {*beep beep*}
And I stand on the corner 'til my c__e is gone
n____z wanna get they ice picks, poke the don
But they know I got a gun big as Oprah's arm
And I know a old lady that'll choke they moms
A attitude, that's what I don't walk without
n____ I'ma time for it, you just talk about
Ic' is the man, and I never been to j__an
Got a j__anese b____ with my d___ in her hand
This is the plan, I'm about to get in the van
Go and get rid of the man, I done did it again
Skunk I blow, then off to the trunk I go
Pull the pump out slow, dump out fo'
I'm the n____ that the streets raised
I'm the n____ that'll make 3-ways outta n____ PJ's
The n____, that'll smack the s___ out the DJ
if he don't give Icarus s___ a replay
Poker flush, y'all n____z joke too much
And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much, we

[Chorus]

[Jamal]
First of all you gotta have b____ unlike some who act hard
I was real ever since I shot out my pops black b____
I'm real, I can sense danger and tap calls
I'm real, I feel when haters wanna clap 'Mal
I look a n____ eye to eye when I speak
I'm transparent, I can see if you a killer or a freak
or a b____ that'll do anything to get rich
or a snitch that'll drop dime on the click
or a fake, that'll rather see me at my wake
or a Jake tryin to infilitrate, give me a case
I'm real like, b____, get the f___ out my face
I'm real like let me stick my d___ in ya mouth, give you a taste
I'm a real n____ if I don't get no bigger
I'm five-five, still knockin out tall n____z
We real n____z plottin on dummies with tall figures
Real n____z hands on forty caliber triggers
Bullets hummin, real like Redman's fifth comin..

[Treach]
Trigger Treach..
b______s blunts, buddhas bullets black gats is the lingo!
f___ a jolly jingle, old b____es break for Bingo
Christmas time I crack yak and Kris with Kringle
Gettin funk from nymphos and scratch my nuts witcho' single
Who's the game scratcher minus the rap masters
Name is HEYYY, with the gay(?) G after
My thugs on the street with the heat, listen to me
See them diamond D.M. medallions, s_____! You give 'em to me
Mally G's a part of me, Icky slips his ownself mickies
in crowded armories, f___ with Redman you're a dead man at the robbery
You'll be (?) Adebisi greasy put him on to me, f___ THAT
I'm a throwin flames FANATIC, bashin brains COME AT IT
Beat you with the s___ that they used to frame the attic
Your s____-a__ go voo-doo, poodle-wig wearin rashy
Rusty and trusty, musty-wack-nasty