Real n*ggaz lyrics

by

N.W.A


[Intro: Dr. Dre + Laylaw]
Yo, what’s up, n*ggas and n*ggettes?
N.W.A is back in this motherf*cker
And this is only the single
Wait until the motherf*cking album comes out
We gone have some more of that good sh*t
The sh*t you just can’t f*ck with
But yo, we ain’t finished, tell 'em what’s up man
Yo man, there’s a gang of motherf*ckers out there on the di*k, man
In every motherf*ckin' state
Wanna be like, wanna look like, wanna act like
Wanna dress like, wanna sound like motherf*ckin' style stealin'
Clone ass N.W.A bitin' ass motherf*ckin' everywhere man
Non-reality seein', non-reality feelin'
Non-reality livin' ass motherf*ckers man
Hey, I don’t know, reality, it’s important to me, man
So fellas man, tell these n*ggas what it’s like in the minds of real n*ggas

[Verse 1: MC Ren]
Prisoner like a hostage
Yo, you should of covered your motherf*cking head like an ostrich
Deep in the dirt 'cause you's a sucker
And your ass up high so I can kick the motherf*cker
Don’t try to hang, you best avoid
'Cause my foot'll be so far up your ass you’ll get hemorrhoids
Before you try to f*ck wit' Ren
I'll put two in your ass and you'll be sh*tting a size 10
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
First come, first serve, whoever's got the nerve
Step up and get what you deserve
From the word of a motherf*cking hip-hop maniac
Brainiac, so what you oughta do is step the f*ck back
Now how the f*ck you think a rap will last?
Wit your ass saying sh*t that is said in the past
Yo, be original, your sh*t is sloppy
Get off the di*k you motherf*cking carbon copy

[Verse 3: MC Ren]
Falling deep in the drums so many of styles
Is one of the reasons a n*gga ran a hundred miles
Cheating and now beating, the crowd I kept seating
But weak motherf*ckers biting off and they kept eating
Styles that kept them full of bull
'Cause the vocals were local in nightclubs and not getting paid in full
They got the nerve to cuss
Only reason n*ggas pick up your record is 'cause they thought it was us

[Verse 4: Dr. Dre]
Yo, giving what I gotta give, doing what I gotta do
You don't care for me, so who gives a f*ck about you?
You can't harm me, alarm me
'Cause we're the generals in this f*cking hip-hop army
The n*ggas wit attitudes if you didn't know
We blow, flow and getting loose slow from the get go, yo
Titles are taken
Yo, f*ck this sh*t, Yella, kick the break in
[Chorus]
It's the real thing
You are now real, real n*ggas, n*ggas

[Verse 5: MC Ren]
You can run, but you can’t hide, you know I'ma find ya
'Cause a n*gga like Ren's only two steps behind ya
Don’t look back because you're shaking and all scared
A n*gga in black can be your scariest nightmare
So sleep wit the lights on, forget that the mic's on
Don't step on my motherf*cking stage without Nike's on
Don’t say it’s psycho and then you just might go
Mentally f*cked up when I let the right blow

[Verse 6: Dr. Dre]
All these n*ggas wit the jibber jabber
But couldn't kill a fly wit a motherf*cking sledge hammer
Gangstas in black are out there
But only because, yo, it’s the sh*t that we wear
On my motherf*cking di*k
But I'ma love it when you drop like a motherf*cking brick
So, yo, step off, go to bed, cause if you're mislead
You get a motherf*cking bullet in your forehead

[Verse 7: Eazy-E + MC Ren ]
Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, you see
A little streetwise n*gga, you know me
Rolling wit' some real n*ggas playing for keeps
But you motherf*ckas know who run the streets
Wit that hardcore hip-hop rap sh*t
Now how much harder can another n*gga get?
Trying to be like us, sound like us, dress like us
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
So n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, please
Since you're on the di*k why don't you drop to your knees
'Cause I'm a motherf*cker that's out to kill
Eazy-E, a n*gga that's real
[Interlude: DJ Yella]
Real n*ggas, straight off the streets of Compton
Quick to get in your sh*t without second thought
And if your ass get smoked, it's my bullet you caught
So if you're talking sh*t about the n*ggas in black
Bow down to the Kings in Raider hats

[Verse 8: MC Ren]
They played out, that's what n*ggas were chanting
One n*gga left and they said we ain't having it
People had thought we was finished and then done wit'
But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done sh*t
Yet, so cover your ears and wipe your tears
And quit sniffing all over my di*k for new ideas
And when the new record comes, I’ll come like a f*cking bomb
Asking for f*cking money, don't buy you a f*cking crumb
You're on the di*ks of four n*ggas not one
And when it comes to di*ks, you don't even have one
So brace yourself to make sure you don't get f*cked up
'Cause if I let you slide, it’s just 'cause you lucked up
Don’t come in my face again, because I'ma floor ya
And if you're a b*tch, I'm a f*cking ignore ya
Because my attitude's a little bigger
'Cause MC Ren is one of the real n*ggas

[Verse 9: Dr. Dre]
Lost in a motherf*cking world of madness
Sadness, but Dre is just a n*gga that glad there's
Sucka motherf*ckers like you, making wack jams
Because it only shows you how dope I am
Never try to ignore us
When I'm expressing, stand still like you're full of rigor mortis
'Cause I'm a real n*gga, but I guess you'll figure
You can break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger
Dre is just a n*gga with heart, a n*gga that's smart
A n*gga that’s paid to say what others are scared to play
We started out wit too much cargo
So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arnold
Yo, N.W.A, criticized for what we say
But I'ma do the sh*t anyway
'Cause I'm the motherf*cking doctor, never faking
Yo, Yella, kick the motherf*cking break in

[Chorus]
It's the real thing
You are now real, real n*ggas, n*ggas
Yeah, motherf*ckers, the real thing
You are now real, real n*ggas, n*ggas

[Outro: MC Ren]
N.W.A, straight outta motherf*cking Compton
Taking over sh*t in all of the 1990s
Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy-E
And I am MC Ren, yo, N.W.A taking over this motherf*cker, y'all
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