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Real Ni**as - Nas: Ruc Lyrics

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Nas & Ruc---Real Niggas 

Ruk: 
Ill Will...yeah yeah yo...Queensbridge niggas...crud love baby.. 

Verse 1: (Ruk) 
Aiyo, I zone out 
feelin' like I'm in Capone's house 
starin' at Manhattan and The Bridge with the chrome out 
Ki's on the table, black tanktop, long cable 
thoughts of overtakin' the table 
dismantle and disable 
verbal, made fatal, what drug paper do 
straight duct tapin', apin' a few 
takin' Mo' and Henny straight and things loose 
puffin' the fruits, thug in a duece 
flaggin', pants saggin', fuckin' ya goose 
I'm like nothin' to you 
dumpin' the Rug' and your group in a red coog' 
jump in the Isuzu and cruise 
blank tints, bulletproof, red Timb boots 
nigga loose, license plate screamin' "Fuck you" 
drunken days, I wish ya'll knew 
thug dreams, what it means to you 
red seams, triple beams 
40 inch blings, Ill Will the fuckin' team 
this for my niggas in the Bridge from Queens. 

Chorus (Nas) 
Illmatic Ice, Goon, Sonny, and Smitty (real niggas) 
Big Felton, Chick, Petey, and Sarge (real niggas) 
Yambo, Bar, Spank, and Will (real niggas) 
some is here, some died in the field (real niggas) 
Richie, Luke, Arkay, Marty, Tahay (real niggas) 
Rico, Black, Party Rob, and Eighty (real niggas) 
Y.G., Nut, Foul One, and Lord (real niggas) 
Blink, Ice, Cliff, Super nice, and Draws (real niggas) 

Verse 2: (Nas) 
Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes 
pinky rings, big rounders with tools, bossin' wild crews 
slacks, overlaps, applejack hats quarterfield coats 
Cadillacs with white walls and chrome wheel spokes 
they were organized, investin', had a piece of the hood 
they had drugs, bettin' numbers, police understood 
they played the Cotton club, red carpet, hoes on they arm 
plush mink, pimped out gangsta, civil rights wasn't won 
every Christmas they were Santa Claus, Nichson was the Anti-Christ 
bitches asses were bigger then, sniffin' nose candy white 
listenin' to Malcolm speak, talcum powder, shaving cream 
layin' back, barber chair, straight razor clean 
Babies were born, big families started to blossom 
mad people just applied for apartments and got 'em 
used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers 
from Tommy guns to MAC Tens it's Q.B.'s newborn killers. 

Verse 3: (Ruc) 
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings 
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions 
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians 
in abundance my dunnettes run this drug dealin' 
stash the jums in hallway cielings 
gangsta paradise, watch the ice, nigga make a killin' 
in the cut on the steps yo gettin' good neck 
only in the projects, we die with respect 
pussy niggas quiet as kept will riot the set 
six blocks of real niggas vexed 
assorted irons and vests, stress on they chest 
20 half a G's on Henny, Son, the whole hood is wet 
in memory of...who's next? 
train they set, lend they Teck, earn your check 
nigga, you better rep 
real niggas come out the projects 
40 to the 41st, Vernon to the 12th. 

Chorus (Nas) 
Sherm the Worm, High, Papoose (real niggas) 
Black Ed, Killa Black, Wee-Wop (real niggas) 
Body G, Divine, Hot Day (real niggas) 
J.L., Earnie, Q.T. (real niggas) 
Karate Joe, Big Killa, Beefstick (real niggas) 
Lloyd, Floyd, niggas we miss (real niggas) 
Al Womack, Spunk, World, and Fun (real niggas) 
Goodfellas, 40 Busters, Young Guns (real niggas) 
Vernon Posse, Tre Bag, Black Born (real niggas) 
Green Eyes, Small Shan, Duhan (real niggas) 
Peace, Tommy, Ron, Keyshawn (real niggas) 
Herb, Bohound, Crazy (real niggas) 
Jungle, Horse, Wiz, Bravehearts (real niggas) 
Havoc, Prodigy, Mobb Deep (real niggas) 
Killa Kids, Infamous Mobb (real niggas) 
Rambo, Face, Shayquan (real niggas) 
L.E.S., Big Things, Nashawn (real niggas) 
Crime Fam, Ron, Smack, Don, Alawn (real niggas) 
Justice, Understanding, Joe Grimes (real niggas) 
Lou, Frank, John, Hope, Fall Guy (real niggas) 
J-Roc, Bumpy, and Little Black (real niggas) 
the list is gettin' too long for this track (real niggas) 
Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta...to all my real niggas from Queensbridge, 
from the grave, in a cage, or walkin' on stage doin' they thing gettin' 
paid...my Nigga Mr. Ruc who don't give a fuck, 
Queensbridge to the death niggas, 
2001 and so on and so on... 

(Ruc) 
My nigga Bowser, my nigga Spank, shoutouts to Sudan, 
QBC's finest, Bing, Crime Fam, Killa Kids, Malik The Hitler, 
Hot Bars, Mo King, shouts to Pop, Wild Gremlins, Germ and Norm, 
let's get it on..... 

Real Ni**as - Nas: Ruc Lyrics

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