Real Niggaz )
Redman Lyrics


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Real niggaz, yeah, yeah, yeah
Real niggaz, yeah, real niggaz, yeah, real niggaz, yeah, yeah
Louder

Yeah, now, now is you motherfuckers ready for this, c'mon
Do you really think you ready for this, c'mon
Do you know that you ready for this, huh
We gonna see if you ready for this

I be the street sweeper, nigga
Quick to leave your whole block shook an' shot at
From fuckin' round with the Midack
Eleven, twenty-four, act 47

Fuck who's standin' around them get close up and down an'
I done came here to get brains
Shoot you twice in your stomach
Then leave your boxin' shorts full of shit stains

You're, bitch maid, you ain't a gangsta, you a sucker ass
These niggaz, scared of your bark, but bitch I touch ass
And bust back, what's that, it's face mob in effect
With Icarus, Reggie, Jamal and Treach

I told you that talkin' wasn't shit to me
So bitch be more specific when you spit for me
It ain't shit to me, you a hoe in fifth degree, a discharge from a dick
Disease, you lil' maggot, part time thug for a faggot
Plastic ass chump, you don't want no static

Real niggaz, louder, real niggaz, louder, louder
Real niggaz, yo, real niggaz

Yo, yo, yo, it's Funk Doc, I thought you knew
P P P in the back an' they parkin' to, jump
Thorough borough, bricks, ashy elbow kid
I fuck chicks off Elmo Flicks

My tape is off safety, tongue the gun
Mouth to barrel, I spit, it numbs the front
So what cha, what cha wanna, yo, my boys is beastie
We grew up untamed, unemployed an' eatin'

You sharks in the water, avoid the deep end
We only fuck chicks that enjoys the beatings
Young Ike Turners, disco inferners
Concentration camp, nobody turn up

I roll up a X that came with kits
Leave you with nightmares, Dana Dane was with
I can train yo' bitch, with a chain an' whip
It blow the block down while I change the clip

Yo, don't approach me wrong, little kids call me 'Smokey-mon'
'Cause the blunts that I light set off smoke alarms
And I stand on the corner 'til my coke is gone
Niggaz, wanna get they ice picks, poke the don

But they know I got a gun big as Oprah's arm
And I know a old lady, that'll choke their moms
A attitude, that's what I don't walk without
Nigga, I'ma time for it, you just talk about

Ic is the man, and I never been to Japan
Got a Japanese bitch, with my dick in her hand
This is the plan, I'm about to get in the van
Go and get rid of the man, I done did it again

Skunk I blow, then off to the trunk I go
Pull the pump out slow, dump out foe
I'm the nigga, that the streets raised
I'm the nigga, that'll make 3-ways outta nigga PJ's

The nigga, that'll smack the shit out the DJ
If he don't give Icarus shit a replay
Poker flush, y'all niggaz joke too much
And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much, we

Real niggaz, louder, real niggaz, louder, louder
Real niggaz, yo, real niggaz

First of all, you gotta have balls unlike some who act hard
I was real ever since I shot out my pops black balls
I'm real, I can sense danger and tap calls
I'm real, I feel when haters wanna clap mal

I look a nigga, eye to eye when I speak
I'm transparent, I can see if you a killer or a freak
Or a bitch that'll do anythin' to get rich
Or a snitch that'll drop dime on the click

Or a fake, that'll rather see me at my wake
Or a Jake tryin' to infiltrate, give me a case
I'm real like, bitch, get the fuck out my face
I'm real like let me stick my dick in ya mouth, give you a taste

I'm a real nigga, if I don't get no bigger
I'm five five, still knockin' out tall, niggaz
We real niggaz plottin' on dummies with tall figures
Real niggaz. hands on forty caliber triggers
Bullets hummin', real like Redman's fifth comin'

Trigger Treach
Bastards blunts, Buddhas bullets, black gats is the lingo
Fuck a jolly jingle, old bitches break for Bingo
Christmas time I crack Yak, an' Kris with Kringle
Gettin' funk from Nymphos an' scratch my nuts witcho' single

Who's the game scratcher minus the rap masters
Name is Hey, with the Gay-G after
My thugs on the street with the heat, listen to me
See them diamond D.M. medallions, snatch, you give 'em to me

Mally G's a part of me, Icky slips his ownself Mickies
In crowded armories, fuck with Redman
You're a dead man at the robbery
You'll be, Adebisi greasy, put him on to me, fuck that

I'm a throwin' flames Fanatic, bashin' brains come at it
Beat you with the shit that they used to frame the attic




Your skank-ass, go 'Voo-doo', poodle-wig wearin' rashy
Rusty and trusty, musty wack nasty

Overall Meaning

The song "Real Niggaz" by Redman is a gangsta rap track with aggressive lyrics about violence, drugs, and sex. The opening lines of the song set the tone for the rest of it, with Redman asking if his audience is "ready" and challenging them to prove it. The rest of the song features violent and explicit lyrics that are typical of the genre, with Redman boasting about his criminal activities and gang affiliations. He refers to himself as a "street sweeper" and boasts about how he can take out entire blocks with his gun.


The second verse of the song is performed by another rapper named Treach, who is a member of the group Naughty by Nature. Treach's lyrics are similarly violent and explicit, with him boasting about his ability to kill anyone who gets in his way. He also mentions his involvement in drug trafficking and his willingness to use violence to protect himself and his gang. The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "real niggaz" over and over again, emphasizing the importance of authenticity and loyalty in the gangsta rap subculture.


Overall, "Real Niggaz" is a song that celebrates the violent and criminal lifestyle of gang members, with lyrics that glorify drug use, sexual conquests, and murder. It is a prime example of the harsh and aggressive nature of gangsta rap music, and illustrates the way that this genre reflects the experiences and attitudes of young people growing up in poverty and violence-ridden urban neighborhoods.


Line by Line Meaning

Real niggaz, yeah, yeah, yeah
Acknowledging the presence and authenticity of true individuals


Real niggaz, yeah, real niggaz, yeah, real niggaz, yeah, yeah
Emphasizing the existence of genuine people


Louder
Demanding more volume and attention


Yeah, now, now is you motherfuckers ready for this, c'mon
Questioning the preparedness and readiness of others


Do you really think you ready for this, c'mon
Challenging the belief of being prepared for a challenging situation


Do you know that you ready for this, huh
Questioning the self-awareness and confidence in being prepared


We gonna see if you ready for this
Determining the level of preparedness and readiness in a forthcoming situation


I be the street sweeper, nigga
Referring to oneself as a powerful and dominant force in the streets


Quick to leave your whole block shook an' shot at
Capable of instilling fear and causing chaos in a neighborhood


From fuckin' round with the Midack
Warning about the consequences of associating with dangerous individuals


Eleven, twenty-four, act 47
Implying involvement in criminal activities


Fuck who's standin' around them get close up and down an'
Disregarding the presence and opinions of bystanders


I done came here to get brains
Focused on acquiring knowledge and power


Shoot you twice in your stomach
Physically attacking and incapacitating an enemy


Then leave your boxin' shorts full of shit stains
Humiliating and degrading an opponent


You're, bitch maid, you ain't a gangsta, you a sucker ass
Demeaning and questioning someone's supposed toughness


These niggaz, scared of your bark, but bitch I touch ass
Not intimidated by someone's bravado or tough talk


And bust back, what's that, it's face mob in effect
Retaliating with force and showcasing the power of the crew


With Icarus, Reggie, Jamal and Treach
Mentioning the names of crew members who are also involved in criminal activities


I told you that talkin' wasn't shit to me
Expressing indifference towards someone's words or threats


So bitch be more specific when you spit for me
Demanding clarity and precision in someone's speech


It ain't shit to me, you a hoe in fifth degree, a discharge from a dick
Considering someone to be worthless or insignificant


Disease, you lil' maggot, part time thug for a faggot
Insulting and belittling someone as a weak and insignificant individual


Plastic ass chump, you don't want no static
Challenging someone's willingness to engage in conflict


Yo, yo, yo, it's Funk Doc, I thought you knew
Introducing oneself as Funk Doc and asserting dominance


P P P in the back an' they parkin' to, jump
Referring to crew members who are prepared to take action


Thorough borough, bricks, ashy elbow kid
Describing oneself as a gritty and resourceful individual


I fuck chicks off Elmo Flicks
Engaging in sexual encounters with women


My tape is off safety, tongue the gun
Having a sense of danger and always being ready for action


Mouth to barrel, I spit, it numbs the front
Using powerful and effective words to intimidate and silence others


So what cha, what cha wanna, yo, my boys is beastie
Asking others about their desires and intentions while boasting about the aggressiveness of one's crew


We grew up untamed, unemployed an' eatin'
Describing a tough upbringing and the need to hustle to survive


You sharks in the water, avoid the deep end
Warning others about the dangers of engaging in risky or dangerous situations


We only fuck chicks that enjoys the beatings
Engaging in consensual power dynamics in sexual encounters


Young Ike Turners, disco inferners
Comparing oneself to famous abusers while asserting dominance


Concentration camp, nobody turn up
Creating an atmosphere of control and dominance


I roll up a X that came with kits
Using drugs to enhance one's experiences and mindset


Leave you with nightmares, Dana Dane was with
Inflicting fear and trauma in others, referencing another artist known for dark lyrics


I can train yo' bitch, with a chain an' whip
Asserting control and dominance in sexual relationships


It blow the block down while I change the clip
Causing chaos and destruction while staying prepared for further action


Yo, don't approach me wrong, little kids call me 'Smokey-mon'
Warning others about the consequences of provoking or disrespecting the artist


'Cause the blunts that I light set off smoke alarms
Emphasizing the power and intensity of the singer's smoking habits


And I stand on the corner 'til my coke is gone
Engaging in illicit activities and staying until the supply is depleted


Niggaz, wanna get they ice picks, poke the don
Expressing a desire to harm or threaten others who are envious of the artist's success


But they know I got a gun big as Oprah's arm
Boasting about possessing a large and powerful firearm


And I know a old lady, that'll choke their moms
Claiming to have connections and alliances with dangerous individuals


A attitude, that's what I don't walk without
Maintaining a tough and confrontational demeanor at all times


Nigga, I'ma time for it, you just talk about
Matching actions with words and actions, criticizing others for only talking


Ic is the man, and I never been to Japan
Asserting dominance and confidence while highlighting lack of need to travel


Got a Japanese bitch, with my dick in her hand
Boasting about sexual conquests and exotic relationships


This is the plan, I'm about to get in the van
Announcing intentions to engage in criminal activities


Go and get rid of the man, I done did it again
Bringing harm or eliminating an enemy, implying a pattern of successful actions


Skunk I blow, then off to the trunk I go
Using drugs and escaping to a hidden place


Pull the pump out slow, dump out foe
Preparing and using a shotgun to eliminate enemies


I'm the nigga, that the streets raised
Identifying as an authentic and influential figure in the streets


I'm the nigga, that'll make 3-ways outta nigga PJ's
Suggesting the ability to create chaotic and unpredictable situations


The nigga, that'll smack the shit out the DJ
Expressing disrespect and aggression towards a DJ who doesn't play the artist's music


If he don't give Icarus shit a replay
Demanding recognition and promotion of one's own music


Poker flush, y'all niggaz joke too much
Belittling others for their lack of seriousness and failing to take things seriously


And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much, we
Using humor to claim ownership of a gun that is constantly being fired


First of all, you gotta have balls unlike some who act hard
Emphasizing the need for courage and authenticity


I was real ever since I shot out my pops black balls
Asserting authenticity and realness since birth


I'm real, I can sense danger and tap calls
Being perceptive and alert to potential threats


I'm real, I feel when haters wanna clap mal
Being able to sense hostility and animosity from enemies


I look a nigga, eye to eye when I speak
Asserting dominance and confidence while maintaining direct eye contact


I'm transparent, I can see if you a killer or a freak
Being able to judge someone's true nature and intentions


Or a bitch that'll do anythin' to get rich
Identifying manipulative and opportunistic individuals


Or a snitch that'll drop dime on the click
Pointing out individuals who betray and provide information to authorities


Or a fake, that'll rather see me at my wake
Exposing people who hold ill intentions and wish harm upon the artist


Or a Jake tryin' to infiltrate, give me a case
Being cautious and aware of undercover law enforcement officers


I'm real like, bitch, get the fuck out my face
Asserting boundaries and demanding respect


I'm real like let me stick my dick in ya mouth, give you a taste
Expressing dominance and control in sexual encounters


I'm a real nigga, if I don't get no bigger
Remaining true to oneself regardless of external factors


I'm five five, still knockin' out tall, niggaz
Defying physical stature by overpowering taller opponents


We real niggaz plottin' on dummies with tall figures
Engaging in criminal activities targeting wealthy and naive individuals


Real niggaz. hands on forty caliber triggers
Being involved in violent and dangerous activities


Bullets hummin', real like Redman's fifth comin'
Creating a sense of impending danger and violence


Bastards blunts, Buddhas bullets, black gats is the lingo
Referring to various weapons and drugs associated with the lifestyle


Fuck a jolly jingle, old bitches break for Bingo
Dismissing mainstream and conventional activities, preferring more dangerous and exciting encounters


Christmas time I crack Yak, an' Kris with Kringle
Engaging in illegal activities during the holiday season


Gettin' funk from Nymphos an' scratch my nuts witcho' single
Describing sexual encounters and indulging in personal pleasures


Who's the game scratcher minus the rap masters
Claiming to be skilled and influential in the game without relying on famous connections


Name is Hey, with the Gay-G after
Introducing oneself as Hey, with a play on words in the name


My thugs on the street with the heat, listen to me
Having loyal and armed associates who follow and respect the artist


See them diamond D.M. medallions, snatch, you give 'em to me
Demanding the submission of valuable items and displays of power


Mally G's a part of me, Icky slips his ownself Mickies
Referring to crew members who are involved in criminal activities


In crowded armories, fuck with Redman
Warning against interfering or crossing paths with the singer


You're a dead man at the robbery
Threatening harm or death to those who oppose the artist


You'll be, Adebisi greasy, put him on to me, fuck that
Showing willingness to engage in violent and brutal behavior


I'm a throwin' flames Fanatic, bashin' brains come at it
Using violence and aggression to assert dominance


Beat you with the shit that they used to frame the attic
Using unconventional means or objects to harm or intimidate


Your skank-ass, go 'Voo-doo', poodle-wig wearin' rashy
Insulting and demeaning someone's appearance and character


Rusty and trusty, musty wack nasty
Using vulgar and offensive language to degrade and insult others




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: REGGIE NOBLE, ANTHONY SHAWN CRISS, BRAD JORDAN, ERICK SERMON, J. PHILLIPS, N. PHILLIPS

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