Real n*ggas & Real b*tches lyrics

(*talking*)
Ahh yeah n*ggas, yeah uh-huh, uh
We bout to get it ooh, we bout to get it off the chain
n*gga, real n*ggas real b*tches come on

[B.G.]
You know Gizzle on fire, the hottest around
I layed low a minute, n*ggas 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, n*gga I'm built to last
Chopper City in this b*tch, there's no realer than that
Now where my killas at, my drug dealas at
I mean my motherf*cking, get it how you livers at
Now where my b*tches at, my street b*tches at
My lap dancing, drop it like it's hot b*tches at
You know I'm loving them, ooh when I'm f*cking them
I get all up in them, bust a nut all up in them
n*ggas 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 grits, I put this butter in em
Stir em up, that yellow color in em

[Hook - 2x]
I got real n*ggas real b*tches, f*cking with me
I got real n*ggas real b*tches, f*cking with me
I got real n*ggas real b*tches, f*cking with me
If you fake n*gga, I don't need you f*cking with me
[B.G.]
I'm from New Orleans, home of the Mag, Memph and Callio
You know we bout it n*gga, 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 sh*t
Them rifles with drums n*gga, and banana clips
I'm off the block n*gga, 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 n*gga, whatever you want or think you need
I'm a young dog, n*gga I stand tall
My back against the wall, I'ma ball till I fall
n*gga keep it real, that's a street law
And never tell what you heard, or what you seen or saw

[Hook - 2x]

[B.G.]
I got real n*ggas real b*tches, thugging with me
I got real n*ggas real b*tches, thugging with me
I got real n*ggas real b*tches, thugging with me
If you fake n*gga, I don't need you thugging with me
I got real n*ggas real b*tches, running with me
I got real n*ggas real b*tches, running with me
I got real n*ggas real b*tches, running with me
If you fake n*gga, I don't want you running with me

Come on uh, I don't want you f*cking with me
n*gga, I don't want you running with me
n*gga, I don't want you thugging with me
Huh, you can't be bucking with me

Now I'm a real n*gga, I f*ck with real n*ggas
I deal with real n*ggas, only the real n*ggas
I f*ck with real b*tches, I deal with real b*tches
Huh-huh, only real b*tches

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