Game, DJ Skee, Hurricane Chris, Bizzy Bone - Real Gangstas lyrics
[Game, DJ Skee, Hurricane Chris, Bizzy Bone - Real Gangstas lyrics]
Cadillac Escalades, candy paint
Shop and blaze
Lookin' for the niggas that hollerin'
That they was gangsta
2 2 3's on the backseat of the Lac seat
Looking for the niggas who hollerin'
That they was gangsta
Ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'
Lookin' for the niggas that hollerin'
That they was gangsta
I'm ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'
We gon' teach you niggas bout
Fuckin' with real gangstas
I'm hammered up, bandanna'd
2 2 2 3's when the chopper blow
And I be loadin' banana clip totin'
My khaki suit represent what I be rollin'
The phantom roof open I'm smokin', smokin'
Cincinnati Red on my head no jokin'
Might be chokin' but I ain't slippin'
My Glock stay smokin' like
I'm smokin, purple haze, ridin' with K's
Split a nigga wig, fuck what he did
It is what is gotta live how I live
Black bird gang rappin' tongue
Off in this bitch
Til that day come I runnin'
Up askin' where you from
Hopin' that your swagger came
With a mothafuckin' gun
So we can shoot it out
Everyday a nigga gotta bring the rooger out
No fool about when the 2 2's is out
We disturbin' the peace
And the police would think
We at Luda's house
So fool get out of your car
You totin' them choppers you
Know where you are
H-u double-r-Ic-a-n-e times 2 mothafucka
We hittin' the swtiches
My chopper to me is like Ricky to Ross
The longer the clip the bigger the boss
They throwin' it up we gettin' it off
We burryin' niggas for thinkin' we soft
D's ride by we flickin' em' up off
Take off the shields we kickin' it off
Play off safety like Champ Bailey
Throw it my way I'm pickin' it off
Cadillac Escalades, candy paint
Shop and blaze
Lookin' for the niggas that hollerin'
That they was gangsta
2 2 3's on the backseat of the Lac seat
Looking for the niggas who hollerin'
That they was gangsta
Ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'
Lookin' for the niggas that hollerin'
That they was gangsta
I'm ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'
We gon' teach you niggas bout
Fuckin' with real gangstas
I'm ridin' through the city
Lookin' for them hatas'
Who hollerin' bout they gon'
Do me somethin'
But I know they ain't gon' do me nothin'
Cause they don't really pose a threat
But if they really don't pose a threat
Then why you trippin' like you trippin'
Cause I gotta go get my respect
I'm stickin' the clip in that black Mac 11
And aimin' it at them bitch niggas that
Play me like a hoe I been
Gangsta since I was 4
And I'm so cutthroat that it
Really don't make sense
When they should of let me in the door
I speak shit that's hot enough to
Make the pilot leave the cockpit
Yo chick want to get wretched
That bitch told me I'm the top
I got so much money they
Invented a new wallet
My swag to the maximum
I'm flyer than a rocket
And none of you lil bitch ass
Boys don't want no problems
Most of them niggas who brought
They guns be some cowards
But 100 round drum 100 buns at the
We keep dirty revolvers in the
Counsel by the driver seat
Ride by his house without no
Talkin' and the choppers speak
Cadillac Escalades, candy paint
Shop and blaze
Lookin' for the niggas that hollerin'
That they was gangsta
2 2 3's on the backseat of the Lac seat
Looking for the niggas who hollerin'
That they was gangsta
Ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'
Lookin' for the niggas that hollerin'
That they was gangsta
I'm ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'
We gon' teach you niggas bout
Fuckin' with real gangstas
A ghetto gang banger
Mama couldn't grab me with hanga
Triple shots attack and lawyers
With no retainers
Niggascall me an animal
I'm forever lucian let's kill
Anything movin' like
My Recruitants! Black panthers
And black talents
All my gang bangers
My heart face breakers with talent
Want a million
Keep you hostage with all yo children
Ttry hold up by ransom
I'm psychotic like Charles Manson
Of the vernacular blood suckin' like vacula
Little mobsta eating that
Red lobster feelin' spectacular
That's my stelo
I thought that wouldn't sell without
Ya sold 5 kilos
I'm a survivor
My niggas is dope dealers and riders
Killers incorporated, hate it
They despise us, mama they tryna kill me
I often wonder why, Mr
You got what's clockin'
Let niggas die I'm a genius
Shop and blaze
Lookin' for the niggas that hollerin'
That they was gangsta
2 2 3's on the backseat of the Lac seat
Looking for the niggas who hollerin'
That they was gangsta
Ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'
Lookin' for the niggas that hollerin'
That they was gangsta
I'm ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'
We gon' teach you niggas bout
Fuckin' with real gangstas
I'm hammered up, bandanna'd
2 2 2 3's when the chopper blow
And I be loadin' banana clip totin'
My khaki suit represent what I be rollin'
The phantom roof open I'm smokin', smokin'
Cincinnati Red on my head no jokin'
Might be chokin' but I ain't slippin'
My Glock stay smokin' like
I'm smokin, purple haze, ridin' with K's
Split a nigga wig, fuck what he did
It is what is gotta live how I live
Black bird gang rappin' tongue
Off in this bitch
Til that day come I runnin'
Up askin' where you from
Hopin' that your swagger came
With a mothafuckin' gun
So we can shoot it out
Everyday a nigga gotta bring the rooger out
No fool about when the 2 2's is out
We disturbin' the peace
And the police would think
We at Luda's house
So fool get out of your car
You totin' them choppers you
Know where you are
H-u double-r-Ic-a-n-e times 2 mothafucka
We hittin' the swtiches
My chopper to me is like Ricky to Ross
The longer the clip the bigger the boss
They throwin' it up we gettin' it off
We burryin' niggas for thinkin' we soft
D's ride by we flickin' em' up off
Take off the shields we kickin' it off
Play off safety like Champ Bailey
Throw it my way I'm pickin' it off
Cadillac Escalades, candy paint
Shop and blaze
Lookin' for the niggas that hollerin'
That they was gangsta
2 2 3's on the backseat of the Lac seat
Looking for the niggas who hollerin'
That they was gangsta
Ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'
Lookin' for the niggas that hollerin'
That they was gangsta
I'm ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'
We gon' teach you niggas bout
Fuckin' with real gangstas
I'm ridin' through the city
Lookin' for them hatas'
Who hollerin' bout they gon'
Do me somethin'
But I know they ain't gon' do me nothin'
Cause they don't really pose a threat
But if they really don't pose a threat
Then why you trippin' like you trippin'
Cause I gotta go get my respect
I'm stickin' the clip in that black Mac 11
And aimin' it at them bitch niggas that
Play me like a hoe I been
Gangsta since I was 4
And I'm so cutthroat that it
Really don't make sense
When they should of let me in the door
I speak shit that's hot enough to
Make the pilot leave the cockpit
Yo chick want to get wretched
That bitch told me I'm the top
I got so much money they
Invented a new wallet
My swag to the maximum
I'm flyer than a rocket
And none of you lil bitch ass
Boys don't want no problems
Most of them niggas who brought
They guns be some cowards
But 100 round drum 100 buns at the
We keep dirty revolvers in the
Counsel by the driver seat
Ride by his house without no
Talkin' and the choppers speak
Cadillac Escalades, candy paint
Shop and blaze
Lookin' for the niggas that hollerin'
That they was gangsta
2 2 3's on the backseat of the Lac seat
Looking for the niggas who hollerin'
That they was gangsta
Ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'
Lookin' for the niggas that hollerin'
That they was gangsta
I'm ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'
We gon' teach you niggas bout
Fuckin' with real gangstas
A ghetto gang banger
Mama couldn't grab me with hanga
Triple shots attack and lawyers
With no retainers
Niggascall me an animal
I'm forever lucian let's kill
Anything movin' like
My Recruitants! Black panthers
And black talents
All my gang bangers
My heart face breakers with talent
Want a million
Keep you hostage with all yo children
Ttry hold up by ransom
I'm psychotic like Charles Manson
Of the vernacular blood suckin' like vacula
Little mobsta eating that
Red lobster feelin' spectacular
That's my stelo
I thought that wouldn't sell without
Ya sold 5 kilos
I'm a survivor
My niggas is dope dealers and riders
Killers incorporated, hate it
They despise us, mama they tryna kill me
I often wonder why, Mr
You got what's clockin'
Let niggas die I'm a genius