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Artist: Mobb deep Song: Real Gangstaz lyrics Album: Amerikaz Nightmare
Lil Jon This some of that real gangsta motherfuckin shit nigga yeah! Yeahhhh! For all the real niggaz out there yeah! You know what I'm talkin bout? what! Like my motherfuckin East coast niggaz what! My motherfuckin Dirty South niggaz what! And my motherfuckin West coast niggaz what! Let's go! chorus 2X: Havoc + (Lil Jon) Some, peo-ple run yeah! But, gang-stas don't yeah! Know my hammer stay cocked yeah! If, you, leave you crippled hey! Havoc Now y'all know the deal why we up in here uh-huh Burn that ma, put it up in the air c'mon Ma got a phattie so I'm up in her ear Cause - 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? pussy Thugs not thugs no more, they tellin yeah You did that time, but you not that felon nah Nigga kill the noise, your hammer not yellin .. your infra-red not beamin nope 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 Lil Jon Okay!! chorus Lil Jon Y'all niggaz ain't gangsta Aiyyo Prodigy, tell 'em what's up! Prodigy 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 Lil Jon Okay!! chorus Lil Jon Aight it's bout to get real ugly in this motherfuckin club What, WHAAAAAAAAT?! I need to see nothin hey! but the real gangsta niggaz and bitches on the dance FLO' hey! YEEEEEEAHHHHH!! We gon' crank this motherfucker UP! Let's crank this bitch up! We need to see all y'all motherfuckers doin this shit! what! Doin what? Hey, put your middle finger up, motherfucker motherfucker Put your middle finger up, motherfucker motherfucker Put your middle finger up, motherfucker motherfucker Put your middle finger up, motherfucker motherfucker Let me hear you say - 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! chorus

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