Is the song I sing   Real niggaz do real things   Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing   Real niggaz do real things      On the road to riches and diamond rings   Real niggaz do real things   Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring   Real niggaz do real things, check      We started out makin', small time bacon   Two little niggaz bakin', talkin' 'bout whippin' cakes   Get clothin' and big cheddar, hopin' it gets better   We had no knowledge of this shit, we just was with whatever      In front of your buildin' clockin', thought I was makin' a killin'   Right in front of your children, eightball in my side pocket   They was corrupt too, disrespectin' the fiends I used to   Look up to, take it or leave it, fuck you      In different parts of the planet, Oakland to New York   I'm hollerin' Lifetimes', he hollerin' 'Life's Too Short'   Parallel lives and jewels held high   To the Range, to the Rove, get exchanged, for your souls      You know how the game goes, slang to get G's   And speak in Chinese, everybody gains the same dough   Get your shit scarred fuckin' with my sick squad   From Marcy, to the Bay y'all, we get large, keep in charge      On the road to riches and diamond rings   Real niggaz do real things   Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing   Real niggaz do real things      On the road to riches and diamond rings   Real niggaz do real things   Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring   Real niggaz do real things      So now you own a record label, I got one too   We on a roll now, can't nobody stop our crew   You can treat us like convicts, you know we got records   On the shelf and on the charts the double deckers      The fat donkey house down the block, belongs to me   You criticize the way I walk, you wanna see my bankbook?   I'm not a crook, I flipped the script and changed my ways   So I can get paid      Everyday I see the same old shit, I see in the streets   I know you think I'm sellin' keys but I only sell beats   Dopefiend music, it's drug related   You can buy it on the corner, get a radio and play it      It always sounds better when you turn it up loud   Rap music, let these motherfuckers know what we about   I know these gay ass record labels keep fuckin' niggaz   It's just like in the streets main, how much you get?      On the road to riches, and diamond rings   Real niggaz do real things   Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing   Real niggaz do real things      On the road to riches and diamond rings   Real niggaz do real things   Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring   Real niggaz do real things      That's right, I been a hustler for a long time   Always got the right beats, never saying wrong rhymes   I started off with nothing ended up with everything   Now we sip Hennessee in first class on every plane      Ask Jay-Z, he know what I'm sayin'   Always see me at the bank and yes I'm goin' again   There ain't no dollar amount, that can make me happy   Fine women, a big house, a truck and a Caddy      Now peep, how sweet, niggaz lives can get   Put beef aside, the East and Westside connect   Short Dawg, and Jigga with the, fo'-fo' flow   I got love for y'all motherfuckers, y'all just don't know      I know y'all got a thing for them rag six-fo's   I like the five speed drops, pop the clutch then go   If you want it, keep ballin', and if you jealous stop   I want Biggie to rest in peace, as well as 'Pac, how real is that?      On the road to riches and diamond rings   Real niggaz do real things   Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing   Real niggaz do real things      On the road to riches and diamond rings   Real niggaz do real things   Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring   Real niggaz do real things      And I'm out, Beyotch, Short Dawg's in the house   Jigga, much love, Short Dawg, get your money main   All the way from the West coast   Uhh, how real is that