I'm not wit none of that
Standin' around lookin' cool and ****
I want you mother***kers to jump the ***k up
And have some mother***kin' fun

You understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B I G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this **** out, four, five
As we proceed to give you what you need

Sick of momma screamin' that get a job, *****
Pressed to the limit, gotta rob me a *****
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hoop
Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G

Got to bang a ***** and bang a ***** good
So I could cop a Benz and drive the ***k out the hood
'Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts

Hangin' with the *****s, don't pay the bills
And bein' broke at 30 give a ***** the chills
So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see that ****?
(Hell yeah, I see that ****)

Columbian, Dominican, yeah whatever
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, twenty G's, ***** please
Blew his brains out 'cause witnesses we don't need

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real *****s do real things
Hanging wit the *****es is the song I sing
Real *****s do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real *****s do real things
Hanging wit the *****es is the song I sing
Real *****s do real things
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I tote gats wit my *****, clap wit my *****
Break bread and then break backs wit my *****
Jack wit my *****, **** the latch wit my *****
Now how you gon' act wit my *****?

Just remember there's a gun to your dome
And I will lick shots and run through your home
Or better yet I put your son to the chrome
Turn the music up and unplug the phone

I will kill him, read my lips
You too, mother***ker if I don't see no bricks
See, I flips when I don't see no chips
Yeah, *****, I know you in pain, I don't care *****

I want the stash, keys, hash, weed
G's mother***ker, freeze
**** sucker, you better bring the things out
Before I blow your mother***ker frame out, ***** what

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real *****s do real things
Hanging wit the *****es is the song I sing
Real *****s do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real *****s do real things
(Real big *****'s over here talkin' ****)
Hanging wit the *****es is the song I sing
(Yo ***k that, I'm gon' check these *****'s)
Real *****s do real things
(***k that, ***k that)

What you said? Speak up, I can't hear ya
Oh, thought you was talkin' to us, um pardon me, my bad
I shoulda known y'all ain't wanted with these three time losers
The open surgeons heart removers

*****z think they gon' stop my ones
Put a contract out and stop y'all lungs
We powerful, don't think that all we got is guns
We buy out everything you claim, including your name

Mama ***** squeeze the life out of y'all *****'s
Screw barkin', I take bites out of y'all *****'s
Crack open your safe then put a bomb to it
***k shootin' windows *****, I jumps through it

With the all black hood, he beat a ***** 'til he hurl
Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl
When it comes to my ***** B I G
I wanna see all y'all *****z D I E

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real *****es do real things
Hanging with the *****s is the song I sing
Real *****es do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real *****es do real things
Hanging with the *****s is the song I sing
Real *****es do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real *****s do real things
Hanging wit the *****es is the song I sing
Real *****s do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real *****s do real things
Hanging wit the *****es is the song I sing
Real *****s do real things