Mobb Deep feat. Lil Jon - Real gangstaz | Текст песни

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• Mobb Deep feat. Lil Jon
• Real gangstaz

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 gangstas don't

Know my hammer stay cocked

If you leave, you crippled

Some people run but gangstas 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

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 gangstas don't

Know my hammer stay cocked

If you leave, you crippled

Some people run but gangstas 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 gangstas don't

Know my hammer stay cocked

If you leave, you crippled

Some people run but gangstas don't

Know my hammer stay cocked

If you leave, you crippled

Aight, it's 'bout to get real ugly in this motherfuckin' club

I need to see nothin' but the real gangsta

Niggaz and bitches on the dance floor

We gon' crank this motherfucker up

We need to see all y'all now 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 gangstas don't

Know my hammer stay cocked

If you leave, you crippled

Some people run but gangstas don't

Know my hammer stay cocked

If you leave, you crippled

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