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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #8,338
Peak in subgenre #1,248
Author
Ryan Stinson
Uploaded
September 10, 2005
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Story behind the song
Diplomats - "Real Niggas"
Lyrics
Police patrol the streets, thinkin they control the streets / I'm thinkin' as I hold the heat, seein' bakin' soda streaks Why is my people poor, sleepin on a cement floor / The reason that they need the raw, I'm eatin' but I'm seekin' more So I do my dirt, sweat stains through my shirt / If you prefer not to sin, then begin to convert I'm livin' through the hurt, this is how I view the Earth / My universe, life is priceless yet I abuse it's worth We tryna stack the bread, fuck dyin pack the lead / Smack the feds, who smilin' when we supplyin' crack to heads I'm tryna right my ways, ghost-writer's bite my ways / I'm home-grown, but don't know where I'll go if I die today But fuck ya sympathy, no this aint an epiphany / It seems aint no convincin me, to start doin thangs differently Nigga is you kiddin' me, I'm still sittin in the hood / Gettin while the gettin's good... yeah what's really good [HOOK] x2 You can find real nigga's on the block at work Steady in the grind, cuz they got that work They mind aint on bitches, and they don't feel pain WHY?! Cuz Real Nigga's Gotta Deal Wit Real Thangs [HOOK] I do this for my cats, slangin' base & pumpin' crack / Changin' plates & stuffin sacks, bakin on them muffin racks Thats enough of that, hard life, our strife / Some aint survive but through my eyes, ya'll might If you follow roads, break bread & follow codes / The jakes said we gotta roll, damn... we gotta roll Cut up a pile of blow, bag it up beside the dro / That's jus how the fuck it go, nevermind the stylish flow But while ya listenin', start picturin', the glistenin' / Predicatments we gettin' in, that end up in imprisonment I'm talkin' hours clocked, in our spots, the cowards rot / A thousand shots, to clean a cold-blooded soul but the shower's hot We open shops for sale, totin' glocks to rock ya bells / So if I go inside the cell, I know my guys got the bail Yet nigga's plottin' still, fiends quick to pop the pills / Seems that you not for real, then you don't know how I feel [HOOK] x2
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