Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Gangstaz, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 17.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Real Gangstaz |
| Real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick |
| Bitch niggas 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 niggas 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 double-oh |
| Deuce 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 nuttin 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 nigga |
| 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 |
| Niggas 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 niggas with three in the chamber |
| Keep two mac-10's when I’m rollin, one in the changer |
| One when I push the button’s right next to the cupholder |
| Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game |
| Let’s say that 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 |
| A1 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 niggas next to each other how I do 'em in line |
| 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 driveby in the hood |
| We ain’t even got survival, but I’mma 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 |