Redman feat. Scarface , Treach , Mally G & Icarus Real Niggaz Lyrics

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Real *****z, yeah, yeah, yeah
Real *****z, yeah, real *****z, yeah, real *****z, yeah, yeah
Louder

Yeah, now, now is you ************s 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 gonna see if you ready for this

I be the street sweeper, *****
Quick to leave your whole block shook an' shot at
From ****in' round with the Midack
Eleven, twenty-four, act 47

**** who's standin' around them get close up and down an'
I done came here to get brains
Shoot you twice in your stomach
Then leave your boxin' shorts full of **** stains

You're, ***** maid, you ain't a gangsta, you a sucker ***
These *****z, scared of your bark, but ***** I touch ***
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 **** to me
So ***** be more specific when you spit for me
It ain't **** to me, you a hoe in fifth degree, a discharge from a ****
Disease, you lil' maggot, part time thug for a ******
Plastic *** chump, you don't want no static

Real *****z, louder, real *****z, louder, louder
Real *****z, yo, real *****z

Yo, yo, yo, it's Funk Doc, I thought you knew
P P P in the back an' they parkin' to, jump
Thorough borough, bricks, ashy elbow kid
I **** 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 wanna, yo, my boys is beastie
We grew up untamed, unemployed an' eatin'

You sharks in the water, avoid the deep end
We only **** chicks that enjoys the beatings
Young Ike Turners, disco inferners
Concentration camp, nobody turn up

I roll up a X that came with kits
Leave you with nightmares, Dana Dane was with
I can train yo' *****, with a chain an' whip
It blow the block down while I change the clip

Yo, don't approach me wrong, little kids call me 'Smokey-mon'
'Cause the blunts that I light set off smoke alarms
And I stand on the corner 'til my coke is gone
*****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 their moms
A attitude, that's what I don't walk without
*****, I'ma time for it, you just talk about

Ic is the man, and I never been to Japan
Got a Japanese *****, with my **** 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 foe
I'm the *****, that the streets raised
I'm the *****, that'll make 3-ways outta ***** PJ's

The *****, that'll smack the **** out the DJ
If he don't give Icarus **** a replay
Poker flush, y'all *****z joke too much
And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much, we

Real *****z, louder, real *****z, louder, louder
Real *****z, yo, real *****z

First of all, you gotta have balls unlike some who act hard
I was real ever since I shot out my pops black balls
I'm real, I can sense danger and tap calls
I'm real, I feel when haters wanna clap mal

I look a *****, eye to eye when I speak
I'm transparent, I can see if you a killer or a freak
Or a ***** that'll do anythin' 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 infiltrate, give me a case
I'm real like, *****, get the **** out my face
I'm real like let me stick my **** in ya mouth, give you a taste

I'm a real *****, if I don't get no bigger
I'm five five, still knockin' out tall, *****z
We real *****z plottin' on dummies with tall figures
Real *****z. hands on forty caliber triggers
Bullets hummin', real like Redman's fifth comin'

Trigger Treach
Bastards blunts, Buddhas bullets, black gats is the lingo
**** a jolly jingle, old *****es break for Bingo
Christmas time I crack Yak, an' Kris with Kringle
Gettin' funk from Nymphos an' scratch my nuts witcho' single

Who's the game scratcher minus the rap masters
Name is Hey, with the Gay-G after
My thugs on the street with the heat, listen to me
See them diamond D.M. medallions, snatch, you give 'em to me

Mally G's a part of me, Icky slips his ownself Mickies
In crowded armories, **** with Redman
You're a dead man at the robbery
You'll be, Adebisi greasy, put him on to me, **** that

I'm a throwin' flames Fanatic, bashin' brains come at it
Beat you with the **** that they used to frame the attic
Your skank-***, go 'Voo-doo', poodle-wig wearin' rashy
Rusty and trusty, musty wack nasty
Malpractice Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Roller Coaster Malpractice (intro)
  • 2 Diggy Doc
  • 3 Lick a Shot
  • 4 Let's Get Dirty (I Can't Get in da club)
  • 5 WKYA (Drop)
  • 6 2-Way Madness (skit)
  • 7 Real Niggaz
  • 8 Uh-Huh
  • 9 Da Bullshit
  • 10 Who Wants to Fuck a Millionaire (skit)
  • 11 Enjoy da Ride
  • 12 Jerry Swinger Stickup (skit)
  • 13 J.U.M.P.
  • 14 Muh-Fucka
  • 15 Bricks Two
  • 16 Wrong 4 Dat
  • 17 Judge Juniqua (skit)
  • 18 Dat Bitch
  • 19 Doggz II
  • 20 Whut I'Ma Do Now
  • 21 Soopaman Luva 5, Part I
  • 22 Soopaman Luva 5, Part II
  • 23 Smash Sumthin'
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