The Reallionaires

The Reallionaires

 Seattle, Washington, USA
BandHip HopR&B

The Reallionaires have been compared to anybody and everybody. Scizza Hands with Lil Wayne and Jay-Z because he dosen't write his rhymes on paper, Produk with ludacris for his baritone voice and creative wordplay. Listen and enjoy!

Biography

The Reallionaires are a hyphy hip hop duo. The line up is Scizza and Produk, two of the freshest emcees on the planet. The Reallionaires have been compared to anybody and everybody in the industry. Scizza Hands with Lil Wayne and Jay-Z because he dosen't write his rhymes on paper, Produk with ludacris for his baritone voice and creative wordplay.

The Reallionaire's music is the catchiest, easy to remember, danceable, lyrical, hip hop music you’ve ever heard. A stimulating blend of new and classic lyrical mastery mixed with smooth and breakneck hip hop beats that have Pop, R&B and Jazz influences. One listen will tell you they can hang with any style in the world.

The Reallionaires are a prime example of quality in contrast. Two different styles meshed together to make one unique sound. The group is comprised of one Scizza Hands and one Produk.
Scizza is the seasoned veteran of the two. Gettin’ down since age 11 and has had success with such singles as "Let's Get Toasted" with the group 2tyght. Scizza has a distinguishable flow and writes all of his lyrics in his head. No pen, no pad. From laid back flows to machine gun rapid fire Scizza is a versatile force to be reckoned with.
His counterpart is Produk, a pretty face with an ugly mind. Produk with a knack for wordplay and a one of a kind baritone sound brings a different brand of flavor to the table. Produk also has a unique ability to write hooks that bring the tracks to life.
The Reallionaires are devoted to “real life hip hop” that you can relate to. If you got bills instead of bling but still try to do your thing. Might not be sittin’ on chrome but you own your own home. No diamonds necessary to feel this brand of hip hop. Far from backpack and never Ringtone crap; The Reallionaires are a unique blend of underground style and main stream production. Doin’ all they can to put their city on the map.

Lyrics

Thursday

Written By: Nathaniel M. Sebree, Antonio L. Stillwell

(Hook)
She was flirty she was actin’ kind of dirty
made a nigga wanna hit it in the worst way
let me call you on Thursday
She was flirty she was actin’ kind of dirty
made a nigga wanna hit it in the worst way
let me call you on Thursday

(PRODUK)
Its another Thursday I’m in the club I’m faded in the worst way
I said I’m twenty-five she said she was thirty
but she was flirting acting kind of dirty I said baby don't hurt me
hopped in the car matter of fact it was a limousine
had her hands on everything except for the gasoline
had a husband she was hooked on this Produk
said I could spend the night I thought about and was like naw what?
who the hell you talking to this the P I’m from the SEA
got the g dash a-m-e I do what the hell I fuckin' please
hit your damn knees penicillin for the verbal disease
herb and the trees pervin' now please lift that skirt and gimme that cheese
matter of fact close your purse and put your legs up
she told me in the mornin' I ain’t never been handcuffed
my sole response was baby now you have
her man was hella mad but she came home hella glad cuz

(Hook)
She was flirty she was actin kind of dirty
made a nigga wanna hit it in the worst way
let me call you on Thursday
She was flirty she was actin kind of dirty
made a nigga wanna hit it in the worst way
let me call you on Thursday

(Scizza Hands)
Hey yo back middle to the front don't front
want a good time I’m gone give you what you want
in the bedroom foreplayin' around smoking on a blunt
got her rollin on ecstasy climbin' walls until she come
as I take her places that she wouldn't believe
when I’m done sit and discuss how she could make she some cheese
after she get off her knees from blowing me you know me
constantly have her head spinning 360 degrees
I’m from the m-o-b-b-t-y-g-h-t hustler for l-i-f to the e
in my cup fill it please with hypnotic and Hennessy hold up I said fill my cup bitch
and recognize who you fuckin' with
Scizza Hands be stroking more than Clarence Carter's dick
see Halloween is not in me cause I don't treat no trick
you break bread and give head to this pogo stick cause

(Hook)
She was flirty she was actin kind of dirty
made a nigga wanna hit it in the worst way
let me call you on Thursday
She was flirty she was actin kind of dirty
made a nigga wanna hit it in the worst way
let me call you on Thursday

(PRODUK)
Well this is Wednesday tomorrow night is gone be fuck me and my friends day
what makes you think I give a damn bout what your man say
I’m all I can be and your ass is begging for the candy
got enough game to drive a square broad insane
you on the right track but you riding on the wrong train
I be the long man Jeremiah Longstroke
train running nigga go ahead and fuck my man ho

(Scizza Hands)
Scizza hands I love to cut em French kiss em for dinner
pussy eat before I beat that shit into a submission
we can make love fuck screw all the above
whichever one that you choose the job is gonna get done
dick to condom combination bed shaking from the penetration
on my walls my neighbors bangin' complaining about the information I’m sharin'
but I ain’t caring go ahead and flip over Sharon
from behind let me bone you like the herring necklace you wearing cause

(Hook)
She was flirty she was actin kind of dirty
made a nigga wanna hit it in the worst way
let me call you on Thursday
She was flirty she was actin kind of dirty
made a nigga wanna hit it in the worst way
let me call you on Thursday

Networkin'

Written By: Nathaniel M. Sebree, Antonio L. Stillwell

(Hook)
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
The only thing I ever paid their broke asses is no attention

(PRODUK)
Don't need no chain homie I put my game on em
I’m from Seattle I don't need to make it rain on em
Drinkin’ on some grown man smokin' on a bandstand
Watch her rock her hips pussy poppin' on a handstand
These cats is phony boy I push em back like nigga please
Ice cold all the kids call me Mr. Freeze
Don’t rock no Gucci but I’m really tryin to get some g's
I ain’t a rat but I’m really out here chasin' cheese
Drop move shake it bounce smoke it by the quarter ounce
Fuckin' with my nigga Scizza got me on them skittles now
Networkin' politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
Mad cuz they girl seen me now they gettin no attention
By the way did I mention yeah these hoes like me
I’m looking stunning in my commissary white tee
Don’t try this at home but to me it comes easy
Chasin’ paper daily call me Seattle Weekly

(Hook)
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
The only thing I ever paid their broke asses is no attention
Networkin politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
The only thing I ever paid their broke asses is no attention

(Scizza Hands)
Well I’m networkin' politicin' herb servin' Henny sippin
Haters over there bitchin to tell the truth I ain’t trippin
206n entertainment don't hate it congratulate it
We finally made it time to get paid off what we created
I’m aggravated by niggas who like to smile and shake my hand
and talk shit behind my 100% cotton tags
You type of niggas is drag queens in the county of the kings
Real niggas don't sit and dream we politic and get this cheese
Like Velveeta so look here partner it was nice to meet ya
Yeah I like what I heard I swear I’ll be back to swoop that beat up
Gotta discuss it with my colleagues Produk and Mike P.
Also known as the smooth one he the manager of the team
Catch us on myspace networkin the show dates
Man our talent is showcased when we step in your place
Best believe we gone rock it like hustlers Pyrex to pots
in the kitchen turning soft to hard and go push it on the block

(Hook)
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
The only thing I ever paid their broke asses is no attention
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
The only thing I ever paid their broke asses is no attention

(PRODUK)
Professor pull a bitch ring the bell yeah I teach the class
Two minutes got me seven digits do the math
Whoop de whoop yeah right the seven deuce slap tight
D-sane on the beat you couldn't even afford the mic.
Out in seatown yeah they tell you I’m local
But I’m the type of nigga tell your bitch where the coke go
Yeah I’m Superfly Jimmy Snooka here
I’m tryin to get rich boy looka here

(Scizza Hands)
Well I’m networkin’ politicin’ Reallionaire representing
Mobb Tyght tatted up and gifted as a motherfuck
No need for paper cause I don't write it’s in my head what you like
I spit it like a loogi on your bitch if she ain't actin right
Gotta give props to d-sane who produce the track it’s never wack
This one here's for Mac Wayne one day the system gone give you back
Until then I’m gone hold it down therefore when you do get out
I’m gone hand you the keys to a brand new whip with the top down we gone roll around

(Hook)
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
The only thing I ever paid their broke asses is no attention
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
Networkin’ politicin’ haters over there bitchin’
The only thing I ever paid their broke asses is no attention

Slow Motion

Written By: Nathaniel M. Sebree, Antonio L. Stillwell


(PRODUK)
Leanin’ on the drank tryin to scheme up on this rap shit
With the tres deuce upon my chest ‘cause I’m Magic
I go well with the birds but I’m a strange one
Let me fly don’t make me be the one to let you know that you ain’t right
I’m that cool one you can even go ask your mom
Be all off the dank and leanin' back like the terror squad
I’ll be the bearer mall of all the news you need to hear
Be it good or be it bad you know I’ll be up in your ear
I look to the sky got me saying Lord please why I get so loaded
Keep on fallin' like Alicia Keys
I can spit these beats I can play these bars I can roam these streets
I got two feet who needs a car
Man it’s tragic and sad kid how it’s automatic
You tryin so hard but all you spit was that shit
Because I’m classic original you plastic
Claiming you a player but you lack the proper tactics

(Hook)
Slow Motion rollin’ sippin on lean, just go ahead and roll that Lack if it’s dirty or clean
Slow Motion rollin’ sippin on lean, just get that fire and grab that lighter twist up that green

(Scizza Hands)
I’m ridin’ dirty in an old school Cadillac in thru the back streets makin’ hustle moves
My main reason is my pockets got to keep on breathin’
Slow Motion rollin’ with a warrant watch my speed limit
Suspended L’s but what the hell I got’s to get it man
And plus my son keeps buggin’ me for that new video game
And he won’t stop until I cop it makin’ promises
And if I break them best believe he’s gonna be hella pissed
I got you son I’m on the run from a DUI
Cause under the influence I was drivin’ swerving drunk and high
To my surprise them red blue lights off in my rearview side
How much you had tonight none till I was breathalized
Because I lied I was arrested BAC test and then released
Forty minutes later with a ticket in disbelief
Back to the streets where’s my car keys
Thankin’ god he didn’t search the seats and find my bag of weed
That’s how it be when we

(Hook)
Slow Motion rollin’ sippin on lean, just go ahead and roll that Lack if it’s dirty or clean
Slow Motion rollin’ sippin on lean, just get that fire and grab that lighter twist up that green

(PRODUK)
Well this the Produk sometime I get it crackin’ wild
I a cool mellow fellow call me Black and Mild
Smoked out and choked out Slow Motion
No this ain’t no Juvenile but my skills are proven child
No Mink just a cold as drink
No Chinchilla but I got a big old bag a killer
My school record boy all it said was truence
Probably ‘cause I spent so much time under the influence
That shit will make you think but boy this ain’t that kind of track
This is for my niggas leanin’ back in them Cadillacs
A little Country with some very classic overtones
A little game is all you need to get the women home
Man I’ll be getting’ dome while I be getting blown
While you’ll be at home sittin’ by the damn phone
Because I’m classic original you plastic
Yes I am a player and I got the proper tactics

(Hook)
Slow Motion rollin’ sippin on lean, just go ahead and roll that Lack if it’s dirty or clean
Slow Motion rollin’ sippin on lean, just get that fire and grab that lighter twist up that green. Slow Motion rollin’ sippin on lean, just go ahead and roll that Lack if it’s dirty or clean, Slow Motion rollin’ sippin on lean, just get that fire and grab that lighter twist up that green.

Give It 2 U

Written By: Nathaniel M. Sebree, Antonio L. Stillwell

(Hook)
We got it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you
You want it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you

We got it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you
You want it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you

PRODUK
Ladies my Mercedes is non existent
Got a Cadillac with some busted equipment
Yea I spit it quick man
Girl I don’t need the money
Tycoon man it’s all up in your head dummy
You approach me fuck what your man think
I ain’t T-Pain and I ain’t buying you a damn drink
Music so loud and I ain’t trying to be your buddy
Me and Scizza getting money slumpin’ in the cuddy
Hit the track runnin’ like I’m JJ Kersey
Poppin’ throw backs and I ain’t talkin’ bout jerseys
Mr. Fox Mr. Jones you can catch us in the same spot
You can call me Mr. Thailand cause a nigga really Bangkok
Look honey yea I’m tryin’ to get the millions
You want Paris silly bitch you get the Hiltons
Look honey yea I’m tryin’ to get the millions
You want Paris silly bitch you get the Hiltons

(Hook)
We got it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you
You want it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you

We got it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you
You want it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you

Scizza Hands
Look Partner if you want it I got it so come and get it
Frontin on me tryin’ to cop it then fuck you I’m through with it
One thing I can’t stand is these niggas who slow me down
Tryin’ to get full when there’s no food for us to eat
Partner please stick your head in the hell when you’re full of greed
Two niggas and one sandwich cut in half so we both eat
That’s how Mama raised me told me never be lazy
If you want it get off your ass boy money don’t grow on trees no what I mean
Blame her for me being addicted to green and
Mama you lied to me money do grow on trees
From seeds to chronic trees that’s full of these bud leaves
First we flip em then we bag em to the street to stack Gs
Proved you wrong the purpose of me creating this song
If you want it I got it I’m gonna give it to you raw
Fuck the law I’m a hustler disobedient nigga
If you want to thizz with Scizza I’m a comedian nigga
Be prepared

(Hook)
We got it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you
You want it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you

We got it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you
You want it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you

PRODUK
I’m gonna lay it down like a bitch to a mattress
Keep it so swayze first name should be Patrick
Reallionaires real all these other niggas fake
Go on work the pie bring daddy home his cake
These pills I’m poppin’ no stopping stay blowin' dro and we coughin
We goin stupid and stompin I winked my eye now she jockin
Clean with some collard greens girl go on try
Selfish Johnny Gill ass bitches singing my my my

Scizza Hands
Now is it fact of fiction this nigga Scizza be spittin’
When you listen you’ll realize its more fiction then fact
That this nigga is wacked it’s like I’m in the desert with the rap game
Mouth is so dry for a deal I’m thirsty (help me)
But still then I’m back to the streets
Hustlein’ up the meat and potatoes so my family can eat
So sweet it would be if I didn’t live in the fast lane
But check check check is too slow so I call fools for the fast change

(Hook)
We got it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you
You want it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you

We got it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you
You want it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you

We got it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you
You want it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you

We got it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you
You want it, Hey
And we gone give it to you give it to you

Run It Back

Written By: Natheniel M. Sebree, Antonio L. Stillwell

Scizza Hands
Look up in the sky is that a bird is that a plane
Na just two niggas off them Skittles again
Blowin' tro to the brain feel me main crazed and deranged
The Reallionaires some would say
Man those niggas is strange
We ain’t to blame it’s the game
The shit will drive you insane
But like a pocket full of dollars
Partner we never gone change
The same remains Jake’s we shake like dice to a crap game
Dick to palm ass niggas jack offs with no shame
Around my click you wanna hang
We insomniacs man
206 the code I claim
Call it the city of rain
In the Evergreen State getting’ pain always
Troublesome individual like a kid with bad grades
From this rappin’ take a break naw partner I can’t
I keep it spittin’ got more cuts than cold combos from Subway
Feel me man every day I play a cat and mouse game
Chase away the dandruff niggas cause we don’t run with no flakes
You understand?

Hook
Got drink in my glass
Got game in my mouth
Got some thangs for yo ass
I'm for real; no doubt
Got money on my mind
And a bitch in my lap
Yea I stays on the grind til the DJ run it back

Got drink in my glass
Got game in my mouth
Got some thangs for yo ass
I'm for real; no doubt
Got money on my mind
And a bitch in my lap
Yea I stays on the grind til the DJ run it back

Produk
Sauvellishous no breaks / watch me get unique on them
5 X nigga / you fagots are extra mediums
Talk about these hos / oh no I don’t be needin’ em
Talk about a slap / Reallionaires we be keepin’ em
Yea nigga I'ma gonna grind from the get go
Light skinned nigga with a cup full of petro
Scrapen on a bitch Fillmore like retro
Tight grip on my cup my niggas like “Let Go”
Move ‘cause I said so / got em like YEE!
S E A double T-L to the E!
Backstreet dippin’ got Warrants / fuck the donuts
Hershey niggas at the bar / actin’ sweet no nuts
Produk make them go nuts / Hyphy out the Sunroof
Make a lady go slut / nightly off some 100 Proof
Looshis Fox Produk / known to be all in your chicken coup
Got em like Go, / goin’ dumb up out the missing roof

Hook
Got drink in my glass
Got game in my mouth
Got some thangs for yo ass
I’m for real; no doubt
Got money on my mind
And a bitch in my lap
Yea I stays on the grind til the DJ run it back

Got drink in my glass
Got game in my mouth
Got some thangs for yo ass
I’m for real; no doubt
Got money on my mind
And a bitch in my lap
Yea I stays on the grind til the DJ run it back

Produk
I keep it kickin’ like Judo / enough dick for two hos
Try to keep it cool bro / I’m gonna act a fool though
Buy you a drink I’m like no no please go on stop
Bitch I got the sho shot like white boys got Mohawks
I know you see me eyes red / yea I’m high bitch
Put your wife up on my hip like a Sidekick
Bootsee niggas no I don’t give dap to ya
So cold I'll sell your girlfriend back to ya

Scizza Hands
We don’t backpack we throwback
Wit matchin' ball caps
Serve sacks and sippin’ yack while puffin’ on Mild Blacks
In the club wearing track shoes runnin a bar tab
Get drunk pop at Batch and go cut her at the pad
Upper body filled with tats
The Max Julian of rap
The type of cat that can rip a track
Like cloths off of a rape victims back
Now picture that
And just in case you niggas is wonderin’ who I am
I’m Scizza Hand that man with more Rhymes than LeAnn
You understand?

Hook
Got drink in my glass
Got game in my mouth
Got some thangs for yo ass
I’m for real; no doubt
Got money on my mind
And a bitch in my lap
Yea I stays on the grind til the DJ run it back

Got drink in my glass
Got game in my mouth
Got some thangs for yo ass
I’m for real; no doubt
Got money on my mind
And a bitch in my lap
Yea I stays on the grind til the DJ run it back

Got drink in my glass
Got game in my mouth
Got some thangs for yo ass
I’m for real; no doubt
Got money on my mind
And a bitch in my lap
Yea I stays on the grind til the DJ run it back

Got drink in my glass
Got game in my mouth
Got some thangs for yo ass
I’m for real; no doubt
Got money on my mind
And a bitch in my lap
Yea I stays on the grind til the DJ run it back

Let's Ride

Written By: Natheniel M. Sebree, Antonio L. Stillwell

Intro
So roll up the windows
Blaze up some Indo
And get tore down as we dip through the town; yo

Produk
Cutlasses and Cadillacs
I’m smokin out these cataracts
Niggas don’t know how to act
So stay like a fuckin smoke stack
Produk keep it movin / only thing I do is keep it real
20 on the pills / ain’t got no 20 on the wheels
Boy I got the game sealed /super human sleeper hold
You put two on the ten and I took ten from the four
I’m pushin clean shit pimpin’s how a nigga he stays
Middle man 28 grams ain’t the shit to get you paid
Diamond in the smooth / and I ain’t your woman’s best friend
House shoes bigger than your motherfuckin residence
Haters be all on my nuts blowin’ up my Sprint phone
Pimp clones in my home / who in the fuck I look like Tyrone?
Emcees think they got skills but they know I see em
Back stage at your shows stealin’ everyone’s per diem
So hop in to the ride pass the Buddha lets slide
Put your hands on the grain and keep it leanin to the side like

Hook
Hop into the car let’s ride
Roll up the windows and the Indo let’s get high
Leanin’ of the drank we slide
Doin’ 75 I’m high drinkin a bottle wiled out don’t ask why

Hop into the car let’s ride
Dippin from the north, south, west and the east side
So roll up the windows
Blaze up some Indo
And get tore down as we dip through the town

Scizza Hands
Yea, now this what I call ride to music
On the freeway pushin’ 70 gettin’ high to music
Control the car with the cruise / bright lights in my rear view
In my lap a tall can of brew colder than Igloo
Bird chirpin’ cell phone you know how I roll
30 minutes or less and I deliver straight to your home
Scizza Hands I’m like a pizza man I need my extra cheese
And you best believe aside from workin man a nigga in them streets
Around town I roll around with some weed smokin’ veterans
Who slang more pounds than that button you press sendin’ a message
My suggestion is you respect the game / who can you trust
No one / I still shoot a couple dollars to them bums on the corner
Holdin’ a sign sayin’ “will work for food”
We gotta eat, if that’s your grind then I’m feelin’ you dude
Respect us all like ten niggas in a pick up game on the court
Not tryin’ to see court for the pick up man / come on

Hook
Hop into the car let’s ride
Roll up the windows and the Indo let’s get high
Leanin’ of the drank we slide
Doin’ 75 I’m high drinkin a bottle wiled out don’t ask why

Hop into the car let’s ride
Dippin from the north, south, west and the east side
So roll up the windows
Blaze up some Indo
And get tore down as we dip through the town

Scizza Hands
Roll from the north to the south end
Catch me breakin’ the wind
Like gas from a fat bitches ass with two chins
The gas price ain’t cheap but I gotta keep my sons feet
Satisfied with the finest swoosh sign designed by Nike
Unlikely for me to be out here lookin dapper Dan
And he look like he’s wearin’ hand me downs out of a trash can
Fuck that and he’s the reason I’m even takin’ a chance
Until a Label come along and break us off an advance; that’s why

Produk
From LA to the Bay, ATL and SEA I’m that 206 I got your fix
I’m gonna say what the fuck I gotta say
Mellow kind a fellow but I ain’t the one to push G
Me and Heavy dippin’ Chevy higher than Giraffe pussy
Leanin’ off the dank and you know I’m off the brew god
Sippin’ Mo’ dippin low up and down like puba
Give me the fuckin mic and you know you always feel the cuts
Call me Almond Joy cause they always feel like my nuts

Hook
Hop into the car let’s ride
Roll up the windows and the Indo let’s get high
Leanin’ of the drank we slide
Doin’ 75 I’m high drinkin a bottle wiled out don’t ask why

Hop into the car let’s ride
Dippin from the north, south, west and the east side
So roll up the windows
Blaze up some Indo
And get tore down as we dip through the town

Hop into the car let’s ride
Roll up the windows and the Indo let’s get high
Leanin’ of the drank we slide
Doin’ 75 I’m high drinkin a bottle wiled out don’t ask why

Hop into the car let’s ride
Dippin from the north, south, west and the east side
So roll up the windows
Blaze up some Indo
And get tore down as we dip through the town

Haters (Feat. J Da Great & Mechy La'Velle)

Written By: Nathaniel M. Sebree, Antonio L. Stillwell, Jalen Wilson

Hook
I can’t let these haters, haters, haters
Bring Me Down
I’m a do what I do disrespect and I’m a act a fool

I can’t let these haters, haters, haters
Bring me down
I’m a do what I do how I do it til the day I’m through
Ooh

Produk
I keep on pushin/you stallin’ up in the pole position
You thought you had it/ I grabbed it and pushed the comprehension
Diamonds in your chain/but they ain’t glistening
Money talks bitch/so I see you ain’t listening
Niggas come different/sides without the corner pocket
Yea I know you hate/you made your point so nigga go on and drop it
Yea so you’re mad/your girl was lookin so I checked her
More than a hater you Hector the ho protector
Produk be the type to keep a Harem like Aladdin
Playin’ with your bitch/while you’re playin’ with your Madden
Niggas talk shit/but they never pull them nines out
Bitch niggas choke like a Chris Webber timeout
Late in the game these niggas is real tardy
Keep it hot like Kalahari/you be played out like Atari
I’m gonna keep my hand and maybe cut off yours
So quit that damn hatein’ and pick your jaw off the floor
Like

Hook
I can’t let these haters, haters, haters
Bring Me Down
I’m a do what I do disrespect and I’m a act a fool

I can’t let these haters, haters, haters
Bring me down
I’m a do what I do how I do it til the day I’m through
Ooh

J Da Great
I don’t know why they choose to hate
I’m tryin’ to shine bright as the sun
They tryin’ to rain on my parade
Every day they got somethin’ to say
What’s his name J Da Great or Jalin/ what type of moves he make?
I got that hater radar clearly you’re retarded
So I pick your ass like some fruits from the market. Gotcha!
I guess they mad 'cause they purr and I be barkin
Or is it the fact that my raps gets things sparkin’?
To tell the truth I like to see a nigga hatein’ on me
I get a kick out of the time he be wasting on me
And they can never bring me down I’m too high for um
Plus I got the larger wing span I’m too fly for um
Middle finger’s in the air while I’m soreing and sayin the shit
Dog I think I see flies swarming
The haters stays on the job when they see us standing on the top and it’s all because

Hook
I can’t let these haters, haters, haters
Bring Me Down
I’m a do what I do disrespect and I’m a act a fool

I can’t let these haters, haters, haters
Bring me down
I’m a do what I do how I do it til the day I’m through
Ooh

Scizza Hands
Look man, I’m just tryin’ to survive rind grind and take care of mine
Without me having to get pushed backstabbed and kicked from behind
Behind every successful their lies a pack of haters
So if this is what you call successful then it’s ….
I already see them pointin’ their fingers whispering like bitches
Type of cats I call Victoria VI creating secrets about me
Tryin’ to make me look no different than the rest
When they great me they shake my hand and front on me just like some vests
The type of guys that can’t look you in your eyes when you’re conversating
Like you just walked in on that nigga and caught him ejaculating
Come on now man that’s the first sign of you hatein’
If somethin’ is on your mind then say it ain’t no future in you fakein’
Mama told me don’t cry over spilled milk
We are entitled to our own opinions/so listen if that’s how you feel so be it
I’m gonna still say it goes just to achieve em
It will be a bumpy road but we will make if you believe it for real
Hook
I can’t let these haters, haters, haters
Bring Me Down
I’m a do what I do disrespect and I’m a act a fool

I can’t let these haters, haters, haters
Bring me down
I’m a do what I do how I do it til the day I’m through
Ooh

Pocket Fulla Hope

Written By: Nathaniel M. Sebree, Antonio L. Stillwell

Produk
I'm starin' up at the moon with a pocket full of hope
Seems like the only way I'm seein money is through a periscope
I been submerged in this game full of u-turns and downfalls
1 breath left/but I ain’t goin down ya'll
My lungs is fucked up but my mind is expanded so I returned from the
depths as a brand new man kid
Understand this/done had my ins and outs
Lost a couple key homies and the bottom fell out
But I'm the Produk so I guess I gotta keep movin
And keep these so called Emcees from givin' the game these contusions
Ya losin/steppin' up like I'm feelin blessed
Out screamin like a silverback/beatin my chest
Give it a rest/here we go like 1 2 3
And I'll never be the nigga with a Ph D.
And I can smile cuz I'm feelin comfortable in my skin
So keep your love to yourself cuz my patience wearin thin

Hook
Would u please/grant me the serenity to accept the things I can't change
Courage to change the things I can when trouble comes my way
Seems like I'm losin more homies 2 the prison gates or the grave
The consequences of dealin these illegal drugs 2 stay paid
So at night I close my eyes and thank my father 4 forgiveness
For these crimes we committin I know its wrong the way we livin
Through this mic I repent and express my feelings with these flow
Realizin all I ever had was a pocket full of hope

Scizza Hands
A lot a niggas say I'm grumpy/hmm wonder what's wrong with me
Or could it be I'm just fed up with niggas always borrowin' from me
When ain’t nobody tryin to help me/ and I got more bills than Bellamy
Still lyin' on applications when asked diploma or g e d
See I never graduated/with the streets I was infatuated
So I dropped out hit the block and turned coke 2 rock with no hesitation
2003 I was convicted 4 makin the worst decision
2 this day I still thank my nigga Mario 4 his forgivness
Wishin' that I had never got behind that steering wheel
And I thank god that u alive I miss u partner on the real
Another dollar nineteen drinkin my life away
22 ounces 44 pounds of problems how should I solve em?
Russian roulette to my brain and take myself up out this game like Kirk
Cobain it ain’t that serious mayne Lemme explain
See my son/he's my pocket full of hope my #1
So whenever suicide crosses my mind 4 him I put down the gun

Hook
Would u please/grant me the serenity to accept the things I can't change
Courage to change the things I can when trouble comes my way
Seems like I'm losin more homies 2 the prison gates or the grave
The consequences of dealin these illegal drugs 2 stay paid
So at night I close my eyes and thank my father 4 forgiveness
For these crimes we committin I know its wrong the way we livin
Through this mic I repent and express my feelings with these flow
Realizin all I ever had was a pocket full of hope

Produk
Now as I overlook the globe with a smoke on the terrace/I see careers
becomin' shorter than my parents fuckin marriage
Had a fallout with the plants/misunderstood by the Yayo
Send these Dorothy niggas somewhere over the rainbow
The game though/suckas stay on top of my bitch list
Slide down ya chimney give ya wife a black Christmas
Pocket fulla hope is all I had all I ever got
Reallionaire dope/Produk/u can call me Looshis Foxx

Scizza Hands
Now if I took the opportunity/to rewind the hands of time
I'd take it back to the first time I got high and try to correct my life
Start off on a good foot/instead of fallin 2 steps back
Seems like I'm wakin' up everyday on the wrong side of the bed
Havin visions of bitch niggas/run up on em/jack em and clap em
But then I think about my girl and my seed and I stick to rappin
Got another mouth to feed so I'm no longer one strong
So if I'm dead or behind bars I can't provide 4 the home

Hook
Would u please/grant me the serenity to accept the things I can't change
Courage to change the things I can when trouble comes my way
Seems like I'm losin' more homies 2 the prison gates or the grave
The consequences of dealin' these illegal drugs 2 stay paid
So at night I close my eyes and thank my father 4 forgiveness
For these crimes we committin' I know its wrong the way we livin
Through this mic I repent and express my feelings with these flow
Realizin' all I ever had was a pocket full of hope

Call Me

Written By: Nathaniel M. Sebree, Antonio L. Stillwell

(Hook)
Call me/now baby lets get crazy
To the beat/now everybody just move your feet
Call me/now baby lets get crazy
To the beat/I'm talkin' one two three.

Produk
Let’s get crazy/lets get stupid
Who’s that shittin' on the beat/that's you kid
Oh yes so fresh cookin' like a microwave
Dipped in thizz lense boy gone behave
Breakin’ a sweat I be takin' them checks
There ain’t no fake in my mess and I be takin them meds
Like pop 1 pop 2 drop it like its hot ooh
Swangin' down the street watch a knucklehead rock/wooh
Freshly creased mouthpiece hat slightly cocked east
Yes I'm quite cocky but you can't stop me
Loud actin sloppy bourbon on the rocks please
Tequila to shots freeze off come them tops freaks
Niggas try to copy haters try to knock me
Let’s get crazy I do it sort of properly
Niggas try to copy haters try to knock me
Let’s get crazy I do it sort of properly, like...

(Hook)
Call me/now baby lets get crazy
To the beat/now everybody just move your feet
Call me/now baby lets get crazy
To the beat/I'm talkin’ one two three

Scizza Hands
Live every day like the last time passes fast in this hourglass
You can't sit on your ass think what you could of or would of had
There’s money to grab you best believe I'ma get it
Told you before I'm not the type to wait for someone to give
Now it’s the talented gifted sick wid it rhyme spitta Scizza
Heard the track had to get on funk's beats crackin' like thongs
Don’t get me wrong I'm in a zone mind fully blown off the pills
Ecstasy brings out the beast in me just copped some weed for a good deal
Now you can find me on my i730 talkin’ big business
Handin' out prescriptions gettin lifted goose and cran sippin'
Networkin' politicin' haters over there bit chin
Only thing I ever paid they broke ass is no attention
Reallionaire representin' Mobb Tyght tatted up
Dress code brim low up in the club spatted up
As if I'm platinum how I'm actin feelin' like a million bucks
Handin' out my number for every broad in here to hit me on

(Hook)
Call me/now baby lets get crazy
To the beat/now everybody just move your feet
Call me/now baby lets get crazy
To the beat/I'm talkin one two three

Produk
Let's get stupid let's get dumb
Til we see the sun we gone do it til it’s done
Let’s get stupid let's get dumb
Do the damn thang til your body gets numb
Let's get stupid let's get dumb
Til we see the sun we gone do it til it’s done
Let’s get stupid let's get dumb
Do the damn thang til your body gets numb

Scizza Hands
Yo it’s two five five seven zero four one
Be the number you can call to get stupid do the dumb
Scizza hand keeps them skittle bags get your body numb
Change my name to Mr. Novocain and kick it til the sun comes out
Without a doubt girl time to get your mind right so
Pop a thizz break a sweat and ride through this night life
Shout out to my x-girls holla at my real niggas
Pass it back and forth give it to Produk while I try to keep it slizzered

(Hook)
Call me/now baby lets get crazy
To the beat/now everybody just move your feet
Call me/now baby lets get crazy
To the beat/I'm talkin one two three

Discography

Call Me-Single With Bonus Tracks*
*Curious & Reallionaire - Sales 1,000

Thursday(D-Sane Remix)-Single With Bonus Tracks*
* Night Life & Thursday(D-Sane Remix) Radio Edit Sales - 500

Both singles were limited release without BDS to create a buzz.

"The Reallionaires" a self titled debut album was released March 18 2008 on SNOCAP thru Myspace. World Wide release thru CD Baby will occur May 1st 2008 with a complete Radio Edited Version.

Set List

The Reallionaires only perform original songs, no covers. A typical set would be one half hour to forty five minutes. A typical set list would include:
1. Move It
2. Thursday
3. Oh No!
4. Networkin'
5. Better With Time
6. Reallionaire
Break
7. Call Me
8. Curious
9. Give It 2 U
10. Night Life
11. Move Slowly
Break
12. Fish Under The Table
13. Hi!
14. Breakin' A Sweat
15. Slow Motion