Real Niggaz

[Chorus: DJ Zirk & Primo]
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high

[Verse 1: DJ Zirk]
You can't feel me, you can't kill me
Recognize when you hear me, it's kinda windy
Now look between my eyes, it's do or die
Ain't no love where I'm from, make these bitch niggas cry
Now check me out, my dick is just too thick
Now take me out, niggas feel me, bitch
In Memphis, Tennessee, where the real niggas roll
Circulatin' through your grave, feel the pain I'm 'bout to stall

[Verse 2: ?]
Well it's the [?] ass nigga and [?] cool how I be
Lettin' them bitches know, I'm comin' from the [?]
Keepin' them on the real, never flauge like them busters
Bet' not test no nuts, no we some bad motherfuckers
So [?] this, why don't you bring it to my [?]
[?] because [?]
'Cause I got [?], stay high till I die
[?], I'm 'bout to die
I got you scared, because I do what I do
Quick to cap a nigga with that murder weapon, fool
Big Baby, I know you hate me, but that's alright
'Cause I'm that type of nigga that forever gon' stay high

[Chorus: DJ Zirk & Primo]
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high

[Verse 3: Don Trigga]
Real niggas don't die, they multiply
That's just the way it be, keeps a bag of that weed, to stay high
Break [?] about this dope shit, step up and get your wig split
No love for you suckers, 'cause I ride with south park clique
Too gangster shit, [?] down, dirty bitch [?]
Nine cocked, with the 18 shot, aimin' straight at your chest
They call me Trigga, the [?] nigga, comin' at your ass
With a truck full of artillery, and under the seat the ski mask
Ready to take some shit, blast a bitch, it's no remorse
When you fucked up, trick buster, to pump up your nuts up
'Cause it's on, I thought you knew, that real niggas show no shame
And busters caught slippin', peels are tamed

[Verse 4: ?]
Can I [?] what I feel?
Yes you can, I'm mister get the gangster [?] understand
The mind of Minolta, snap like polaroid
[?] teach the dope game, when he out and flauge
You like the weird sound, can't imagine what's gon' happen next
I got these [?] like a pimp, what you lappin' it
You know the [?], [?] six-fifteen, ride
[?] bitches [?]
I picture pain, a perfect image of a shady green player
All my niggas in the hood pushin' hail
[?] stay alive, if you false, goddamn it
I got [?] try to diss me, [?]

[Chorus: DJ Zirk & Primo]
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high

[Verse 5: ?]
See you's a broke buster ass niggas
Ridin' on my nuts, as I squeeze on this trigger
Ballin' trough the hood, buster tell me what that sounds like
Ain't your dears, your mommy sheddin' tears nigga and also checkin' your [?]
This shit that you bumpin' to is funky like a cup of caine
Don't get caught slippin', 'cause you ridin' the ambulance
Blessed with niggas on [?]
We make big bangs and also stay high, nigga
So frag out, as I hit that Gat with the goddamn treasure
We just some black men, want a [?], you know I got something hot
D, come and ride with me
[?] gangsters and the [?]

[Verse 6: ?]
Now when I hit this track and river, now [?] be no slipper
Easily proceedin' with them [?]
[?] catch ya
You see them bombs comin', droppin' [?] on them treasures
With this money, it ain't funny, [?] drama for them dummies
Crank me for that bank, I'm stangin' till that fuckin' job is done
And wonderin' why, so much in it
To keep me crunk, so I can stay above those
Who be crossin' with them bitch [?]
Now fuck them hoes, [?], [?] betrayed me with them blunts
But [?], 'cause you force me to gon' catch one
And then this one, I rather dealin', cap my peels and kick my [?]
Smoke one, this shit is just too thick and you ain't gonna win it

[Chorus: DJ Zirk & Primo]
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high
Real niggas don't die, real niggas stay high