Real stand up, hold they dick Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what of nigga is you? I'm the type to a gat or few Pull out and pop, simply I'm mad at you
Real gangstas stand up, hold they Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of is you? I'm the to pack a gat or few out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Y'all see me when I come through And no denyin' that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five Swayin' in and out of line, six double, oh zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine
Mines hustle, Mucho Dinero, heat's See more guys than Foreman Ali combined If there's beef, I'm releasin' And I stop bustin' 'til them Escalade seats recline
The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and I return shots like Arthur You do the math, ten shots, ten dead Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nuthin' but a party
And make sure ain't a nigga survivin' up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him And The Game ain't to win, fuck the awards So, keep that little ass and that Neil Armstrong, nigga
gangstas stand up, hold they dick Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what of nigga is you? I'm the type to a gat or few Pull out and pop, 'cause I'm mad at you
Real gangstas stand up, they dick Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of is you? I'm the to pack a gat or few Pull out and pop, simply I'm mad at you
me, dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the 'Cause I weave traffic in a roaster
But that don't stop the heater from bangin' or me through Droppin' all y'all with three in the chamber Keep two mac-10's I'm rollin', one in the changer One when I the button's right next to the cup holder
Dog, we can get this shit over, I got ten on The Let's say that Lee crack ya brain Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good the aim Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the
And the corner's real with that pickup A1 good with the carpet cleaning, can get the rest of that shit up 'Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a Put you niggaz to each other, how I do 'em in line
Real gangstas stand up, they dick Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what of nigga is you? I'm the type to a gat or few Pull out and pop, simply I'm mad at you
Real gangstas stand up, they dick Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, type of nigga is you? I'm the to pack a gat or few Pull out and pop, 'cause I'm mad at you
Come in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home If beef cook, then I'm the chrome If I die I'm leavin' a clone but if I live Through the drama one mo' time then them boys dig
When I think who shot me, I listen to Big I'm rhymin' on the road, I listen to Jig Bump Nas off that purple, on the block And when I'm up them clips, I listen to 'Pac
A semi me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns F A B O L O U S got jerseys And you get 'em all in the face when shit get thick Make the back of your head look Jerome Kearsey
And ain't nuthin' to do a drive by in the We even got survival but I'ma still take that ride Bet my on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 on it
gangstas stand up, hold they dick Bitch niggaz sit to piss, what type of nigga is you? I'm the to pack a gat or few Pull out and pop, 'cause I'm mad at you
Real gangstas up, hold they dick Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, type of nigga is you? I'm the type to a gat or few Pull out and pop, 'cause I'm mad at you