Real niggas do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Hanging with the honies is the song I sing Busting my toast off the roof drinking ninety proof til spring Real niggas do real things, check We started out making, small time bacon Two

All the way down Let it ride Trying everything now Gotta check it out Got to get off! Out on the street The summer heat Boys playing games Changing their names

Oh hey da da di da, di da da Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks Took her down to the

This might be the night, that's right, that's right This might be the night (Kiss your ass goodbye) Y'all can't see this That this might be the night I never thought it would be like this (Yo, yo check this out, yeah motherfuckers) (Come on

We gotta go It's check out time Ay what time is it nigga? ("I don't know.") Oh shit, 12 o'clock Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here ("Hell yeah.") Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room ("Hey there, bitch, where Suge

It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back It's like a whirlwind inside of my head It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like the face inside is right And let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide check em out now Ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah It's just that Jigga Man,

Oh my god I'm missing you My heart is breaking slowly I've been searching out the window In my world of pallid blue And I keep checking my shadow In an empty room My heart will keep on searching I heard your name sail on the breeze I turned my head to

I know perfect timing feels like I'm too late Check me out And I know I'm still great in spite of my mistakes You know it's authentic, every rhyme I say My only regret is I made niggas wait See, ain't too many like us, we like vintage Bape And I don't

Got some Remy Martin and some good-ass cigars, check it out Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle Queensbridge leader, no equal I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the

Like fights with the brass knuckles Like I ain't got nothing to live Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it (I'm going out) Like as if you had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out) For the big checks and large faces mantions And my