Mobb Deep – Real Gangstaz

Mobb Deep – Real Gangstaz Lyrics

Artist: Mobb Deep
Song: Real Gangstaz

This some of that real gangsta motherf#ckin’ sh#t n#gg#
Yeah, for all the real n#gg#z out there
You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
Like my motherf#ckin’ East Coast n#gg#z

My motherf#ckin’ Dirty South n#gg#z
And my motherf#ckin’ West Coast n#gg#z
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
‘Cause these clowns wanna grill, I got the clique right there
Now you could get your #ss 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 f#ck’s that smellin’?

Thugs not thugs no more, they tellin’
You did that time, but you not that felon
n#gg# kill the noise, your hammer not yellin’
You’re infrared not beamin’

Y’all not eatin’ while your neck not gleamin’
We don’t give a f#ck, flip for any ol’ reason
Just for the fun have your b#tch #ss 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, f#ck 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 motherf#ckin’ club
What, what
I need to see nothin’

But the real gangsta n#gg#z and b#tches on the dance flo’
Yeah, we gon’ crank this m#th*rf#ck*r up
Let’s crank this b#tch up
We need to see all y’all m#th*rf#ck*rs doin’ this sh#t

Doin’ what?
Hey, put your middle finger up, m#th*rf#ck*r, m#th*rf#ck*r
Put your middle finger up, m#th*rf#ck*r, m#th*rf#ck*r
Put your middle finger up, m#th*rf#ck*r, m#th*rf#ck*r

Put your middle finger up, m#th*rf#ck*r, m#th*rf#ck*r
Let me hear you say put your middle finger up, f#ck you n#gg#
Put your middle finger up, f#ck you n#gg#
Put your middle finger up, f#ck you b#tch

Put your middle finger up, f#ck you b#tch
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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Release Year: 2004