Issue No 191 Real Niggas Lyrics
Real Niggas by Issue No. 191
(Intro)
This for my real niggas
The ones that have to kill
(Hook x2)
This for my real niggas
The ones that have to drill
Kill or be killed niggas
Muthafuck the bitch
Get the meals niggas
Hmm, don't catch me with the bogus
I don't even rock with the homies
Don't fuck with the phoney
Only real niggas
(Verse)
I'm so G, fowl, plurky, real last nigga, all my Jersey
I got niggas from the Wild Wild, niggas from the Trae
And I know some bitches that will rob niggas all day
The shooter is a shooter to you, but he a real nigga to me
And no, man, no, he will do it for free, instantly and fleet
No phoney shit, I know some real niggas that carry only clips
East Side Story shit, poney with the rubber grip
All about the money stack, sweatin' off the honey jack
Real nigga told me not to drink fast
And plus I ran through the muthafuckin' loud-pack
No squares in my circle, from the air I hurt ya
It's not fair how I murk ya, in the streets or the trap
Spit real shit not actual facts
Verse so real gotta run that back
(Hook x2)
This for my real niggas
The ones that have to drill
Kill or be killed niggas
Muthafuck the bitch
Get the meals niggas
Hmm, don't catch me with the bogus
I don't even rock with the homies
Don't fuck with the phoney
Only real niggas
(Verse 2)
I'm doin' this for, for all my real niggas
All my million dolla bill niggas
All my broke niggas, all my still got hope niggas
Came home on the low, still pushin' dope niggas
All good, but the word get around in this small hood
Yellin' fuck 'em all, dawg, I'mma still ball good
Leave whomeva hauled off with a big sawed-off
Ten toes down with a nigga, fuck small talk
Still get money where I lay at
Still keep work where I stay at
Dream of D-12 forces and Maybachs
Flow so cold this eva push May back
Folded, I don't need no cables, I spray that
Nigga, I form master flex, be sway that
Hay in the middle with the bong, I sway that
Stay with a lil fire, I'm gon' play that
Every boss(?) need playback
Every card I'm dealt, I play that
My squad, only God can slay that
My squad too heavy, can't weigh that
My life mean nothin' if I gotta be frontin'
Know it's hot up in the kitchen, no easy backed up
Couple niggas out here stuntin'
I done done it, I done pop a nigga ran
But I neva be runnin' on rugged(?)
(Hook x2)
This for my real niggas
The ones that have to drill
Kill or be killed niggas
Muthafuck the bitch
Get the meals niggas
Hmm, don't catch me with the bogus
I don't even rock with the homies
Don't fuck with the phoney
Only real niggas
This for my real niggas
The ones that have to kill
(Hook x2)
This for my real niggas
The ones that have to drill
Kill or be killed niggas
Muthafuck the bitch
Get the meals niggas
Hmm, don't catch me with the bogus
I don't even rock with the homies
Don't fuck with the phoney
Only real niggas
(Verse)
I'm so G, fowl, plurky, real last nigga, all my Jersey
I got niggas from the Wild Wild, niggas from the Trae
And I know some bitches that will rob niggas all day
The shooter is a shooter to you, but he a real nigga to me
And no, man, no, he will do it for free, instantly and fleet
No phoney shit, I know some real niggas that carry only clips
East Side Story shit, poney with the rubber grip
All about the money stack, sweatin' off the honey jack
Real nigga told me not to drink fast
And plus I ran through the muthafuckin' loud-pack
No squares in my circle, from the air I hurt ya
It's not fair how I murk ya, in the streets or the trap
Spit real shit not actual facts
Verse so real gotta run that back
(Hook x2)
This for my real niggas
The ones that have to drill
Kill or be killed niggas
Muthafuck the bitch
Get the meals niggas
Hmm, don't catch me with the bogus
I don't even rock with the homies
Don't fuck with the phoney
Only real niggas
(Verse 2)
I'm doin' this for, for all my real niggas
All my million dolla bill niggas
All my broke niggas, all my still got hope niggas
Came home on the low, still pushin' dope niggas
All good, but the word get around in this small hood
Yellin' fuck 'em all, dawg, I'mma still ball good
Leave whomeva hauled off with a big sawed-off
Ten toes down with a nigga, fuck small talk
Still get money where I lay at
Still keep work where I stay at
Dream of D-12 forces and Maybachs
Flow so cold this eva push May back
Folded, I don't need no cables, I spray that
Nigga, I form master flex, be sway that
Hay in the middle with the bong, I sway that
Stay with a lil fire, I'm gon' play that
Every boss(?) need playback
Every card I'm dealt, I play that
My squad, only God can slay that
My squad too heavy, can't weigh that
My life mean nothin' if I gotta be frontin'
Know it's hot up in the kitchen, no easy backed up
Couple niggas out here stuntin'
I done done it, I done pop a nigga ran
But I neva be runnin' on rugged(?)
(Hook x2)
This for my real niggas
The ones that have to drill
Kill or be killed niggas
Muthafuck the bitch
Get the meals niggas
Hmm, don't catch me with the bogus
I don't even rock with the homies
Don't fuck with the phoney
Only real niggas