text: Im not wit none of that
  Standin around lookin cool and shit
  I want you motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
  And have some motherfuckin 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 shit out
  Four, five
  As we proceed to give you what you need
  Sick of momma screamin that Get a job, nigga
  Pressed to the limit, gotta rob me a nigga
  Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie
  Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G
  Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
  So I could cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood
  Cause baby mama screamin, your daughter twelve months
  Cant live life slingin rocks and smokin blunts
  Hangin with the niggas dont pay the bills
  And bein broke at 30 give a nigga the chills
  So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
  Yo, you see that shit? 
  Colombian, Dominican, yeah whatever
  Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
  Two keys, twenty Gs, nigga please
  Blew his brains out cause witnesses we dont need
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real niggas do real things
  Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
  Real niggas do real things
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real niggas do real things
  Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
  Real niggas do real things
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  I tote gats wit my nigga, clap wit my nigga
  Break bread and then break backs wit my nigga
  Jack wit my nigga, cock the latch wit my nigga
  Now how you gon act wit my nigga?
  Just remember theres 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, motherfucker if I dont see no bricks
  See, I flips when I dont see no chips
  Yeah, nigga, I know you in pain, I dont care nigga
  I want the stash, keys, hash, weed, Gs motherfucker, freeze
  Cock sucker, you better bring the things out
  Before I blow your motherfucker frame out
  Nigga what
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real niggas do real things
  Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
  Real niggas do real things
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real niggas do real things
  Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
  Real niggas do real things
  Hey yo Big niggas over here talkin shit
  Yo fuck that, Im gon check these niggas
  Fuck that, fuck that
  What you said? Speak up, I cant hear ya
  Oh, thought you was talkin to us, um, pardon me, my bad
  I shoulda known yall aint wanted with these three time losers
  The open surgeons heart removers
  Niggas think they gon stop my ones
  Put a contract out and stop yall lungs
  We powerful, dont think that all we got is guns
  We buy out everything you claim, including your name
  Mama bitch squeeze the life out of yall niggas
  Screw barkin, I take bites out of yall niggas
  Crack open your safe then put a bomb to it
  Fuck shootin windows nigga, I jumps through it
  With the all black hoodie, beat a nigga til he hurl
  Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl
  When it comes to my nigga B.I.G
  I wanna see all yall niggas D.I.E
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real bitches do real things
  Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
  Real bitches do real things
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real bitches do real things
  Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
  Real bitches do real things
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real niggas do real things
  Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
  Real niggas do real things
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real niggas do real things
  Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
  Real niggas do real things