B.G. - Real Niggas and Real Bitches lyrics

(talking) ahh yeah, niggas, yeah uh huh, uh
We bout to get it ooh
We bout to get it off the chain
Nigga, real niggas real bitches come on

You know Gizzle on fire, the hottest around
I layed low a minute
Niggas try to count me out
Thought I was through cooked
Just gone with the wind
Thought you could stick a fork in me
Better think again
Man I'm here to stay, nigga I'm built to last
Chopper City in this bitch
There's no realer than that
Now where my killas at, my drug dealas at
I mean my motherfucking
Get it how you livers at
Now where my bitches at, my street bitches at
My lap dancing
Drop it like it's hot bitches at
You know I'm loving them
Ooh when I'm fucking them
I get all up in them
Bust a nut all up in them
Niggas are kissing them
I shake my head at them
They just don't know
I done shot all kind of lead in them
Yeah give me them grit's
I put this butter in em
Stir em up, that yellow color in em

I got real niggas real bitches
Fucking with me
I got real niggas real bitches
Fucking with me
I got real niggas real bitches
Fucking with me if you fake nigga
I don't need you fucking with me

I'm from New Orleans, home of the Mag
Memph and Callio you know we bout it nigga
We the murder capital
Fo' hundred 21, that was in '94 it's 2003
To that number we added bout fifty mo'
See bout eleven of em, I done done it myself
There's one left in a dozen mo'
I got under my belt i tote them handguns
But I love them K's and shit
Them rifles with drums nigga
And banana clips i'm off the block nigga
And it's flooded with thugs
It's hot with them people
And believe infested with drugs
Dope, coke and weed, extasy MV's
We got it all nigga
Whatever you want or think you need
I'm a young dog, nigga I stand tall
My back against the wall
I'ma ball till I fall
Nigga keep it real, that's a street law
And never tell what you heard
Or what you seen or saw

I got real niggas real bitches
Thugging with me
I got real niggas real bitches
Thugging with me
I got real niggas real bitches
Thugging with me if you fake nigga
I don't need you thugging with me

I got real niggas real bitches
Running with me
I got real niggas real bitches
Running with me
I got real niggas real bitches
Running with me if you fake nigga
I don't want you running with me

Come on uh, I don't want you fucking with me
Nigga, I don't want you running with me
Nigga, I don't want you thugging with me
Huh, you can't be bucking with me

Now I'm a real nigga, I fuck with real niggas
I deal with real niggas, only the real niggas
I fuck with real bitches
I deal with real bitches
Huh huh, only real bitches

(talking)
Yeah, Chopper City nigga, wide O nigga
Chopper City nigga, huh, we leave you
We'll leave you wide open nigga
So fuck everybody ha, nigga
Throw your hands up, throw your sets up
Throw your hood up, nigga throw your block up
Throw your side up, nigga throw your side up
Throw your iron up
Nigga throw your nine up nigga
Throw your ki's up, nigga uh, huh
Hold your blunts up nigga
What yeah, ah yeah, I'm loving this nigga ha
You gotta be loving this nigga, uh
B gizzle, G'd up and soldier down what
B gizzle nigga, you know I'ma hold it down
B gizzle nigga, G'd up and soldier down
Huh, nigga