Real n*ggas Do Real Things lyrics

Mega
Mega

Uh huh
Uh huh yo
This goes out to you(mega) LA DC the Queens and Brooklyn Crew
VA Atlanta, n*ggas from uptown too. (uh huh) Yea Exclusive
You know how we do it kiko, Connecticut Muthaf*ckin Cormega settin it

[Cormega]
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*gga
Keepin it real with n*ggas
Weed in my lungs, Henny fill my liver
Its on now, n*ggas 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*ggas do real things
Iam rappin for the b*tches in the songs I sing
Cuz real n*ggas do real things
On the road to the riches and diamond rings
Real n*ggas do real things
Iam Rappin over beats by B.I.G
Cuz real n*ggas do real things

[Cormega]
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*ggas 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 ain't wit bein, printed in a cell
Henny got me bent as hell, Usually I mix it with ginger ale
I pass where n*ggas fail, I stash for n*ggas bail
I flash the wicked L that have y'all n*ggas jel like "what!"
Chorus (x2)
(Real n*ggas 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)

[Cormega]
Yo, from QBC it be me C-O-R-M-E-G-A, get it
Also known as the planner, 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
Competition 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
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