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

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'
  • 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

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