Real Gangstaz Lyrics

from Untold Story

"Real Gangstaz" is track #5 on the album Untold Story. It was written by Jayceon Taylor;joseph Marcelle Tom;sean Thompson.
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Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real niggaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through
And ain't no denyin' that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin' in and out of white line, six, six double O
Two zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine

Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through
And ain't no, no denyin' that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin' in and out of white line, six, six double O
Two zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine

Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through
And ain't no, no denyin' that them big, big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin' in and out of white line, six, six double O
Two zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine

Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined
See more fall guys than Foreman Ali combined
If there's beef, I'm releasin' mine
And I won't stop bustin' 'til them Escalade seats recline

The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast
I return shots like Arthur Ashe
You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivin'
Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him
And the Game ain't tryin' to win, fuck the awards
So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong

Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real, real niggaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
'Cause I weave through

Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
'Cause I weave through

Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
'Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster

But that don't stop the heater from bangin', or me comin' through
Droppin' all y'all niggaz with three in the chamber
Keep two mac-ten's when I'm rollin', one in the changer
One when I push the button's right next to the cup holder

Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the game
Let's say the Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim
Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains

And the coroner's real good with that pickup
A-one good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up
'Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggaz next to each other how I do 'em in line

Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real niggaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home
If beef cook then I'm bringin' the chrome
If I die then I'm leavin' a clone, but if I live
Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig

When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big
When I'm rhymin' on the road, I listen to Jig
Bump Nas off that purple, sittin' on the block
And when I'm loadin' up them clips, I listen to 'Pac

A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns
Than F A B O L O U S got jerseys
And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick
Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey

And ain't nuttin' to do a drive by in the hood
We ain't even got survival, but I'm a still take that ride
Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it

Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real, real niggaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few

Songwriters
Jayceon Taylor;Joseph Marcelle Tom;Sean Thompson

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