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Mobb Deep - Real Gangstaz (Prod. Lil Jon) lyrics

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Real Gangstaz (Prod. Lil Jon) by Mobb Deep


This some of that real gangsta motherfuckin' shit nigga
Yeah, for all the real niggaz out there
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Like my motherfuckin' East coast niggaz
My motherfuckin' Dirty South niggaz
And my motherfuckin' West coast niggaz
Let's go
Some, people run
But, gangstaz don't
Know my hammer stay cocked
If, you, leave you crippled
Some, people run
But, gangstaz don't
Know my hammer stay cocked
If, you, leave you crippled
Now y'all know the deal why we up in here
Burn that ma, put it up in the air
Ma got a phattie so I'm up in her ear
'Cause these clowns wanna grill, I got the clique right there
Now you could get your ass drug around up in here
You know I know the promoter, the pound's in here
And these my parts, you outta town out here
Slow it down, pump the brakes, get found out there
I'm push that melon, what the fuck's that smellin'?
Thugs not thugs no more, they tellin'
You did that time, but you not that felon
Nigga kill the noise, your hammer not yellin'
Your infra-red not beamin'
Y'all not eatin' while your neck not gleamin'
We don't give a fuck, flip for any ol' reason
Just for the fun have your bitch ass leakin', okay
Some, people run
But, gangstaz don't
Know my hammer stay cocked
If, you, leave you crippled
Some, people run
But, gangstaz don't
Know my hammer stay cocked
If, you, leave you crippled
Yeah, all I want is the money and y'all can keep them sloppy hoes
My calender's shows booked, I ain't got time yo
Gimme the cash, keep them beat up chicks
My bank bounce gotta stay thick
You know e'ry day I stay with, the latest guns
Keep those under our belts to blaze you up
E'ry day we play with, the latest trucks
Work that tip chronic on the porch well
Don't get rat-a-tat tatted up, it be a bad look
Be wettin' your pants when bullets hit, mad shook
Droppin' your gun and all that, you mad puss
34 shell cases fall in one push
You get beaten and battered up, y'all little chain snapped
We still takin' 'em, fuck it let the team have it
Be droppin' your drinks, trippin' on things scramblin'
It be chaos when guns ring at him, okay
Some, people run
But, gangstaz don't
Know my hammer stay cocked
If, you, leave you crippled
Some, people run
But, gangstaz don't
Know my hammer stay cocked
If, you, leave you crippled
Aight it's 'bout to get real ugly in this motherfuckin' club
What, what? I need to see nothin'
But the real gangsta niggaz and bitches on the dance flo'
Yeah, we gon' crank this motherfucker up
Let's crank this bitch up
We need to see all y'all motherfuckers doin' this shit
Hey, put your middle finger up, motherfucker
Put your middle finger up, motherfucker
Put your middle finger up, motherfucker
Put your middle finger up, motherfucker
Put your middle finger up, fuck you nigga
Put your middle finger up, fuck you nigga
Put your middle finger up, fuck you bitch
Put your middle finger up, fuck you bitch
Some, people run
But, gangstaz don't
Know my hammer stay cocked
If, you, leave you crippled
Some, people run
But, gangstaz don't
Know my hammer stay cocked
If, you, leave you crippled



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