Real Gangstaz - Dirty lyrics

by

Mobb Deep


This some of that real gangsta motherf*ckin' sh*t n*gga
(Yeah)
Yeah, for all the real n*ggas out there
(Yeah)
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
(What)
Like my motherf*ckin' East Coast n*ggas
(What)
My motherf*ckin' Dirty South n*ggas
(What)
And my motherf*ckin' West Coast n*ggas
(What)
Let's go
Some, people run
(Yeah)
But, gangstas don't
(Yeah)
Know my hammer stay c*cked
(Yeah)
If you, leave you crippled
(Hey)
Some, people run
(Yeah)
But, gangstas don't
(Yeah)
Know my hammer stay c*cked
(Yeah)
If you, leave you crippled
(Hey)
Now y'all know the deal why we up in here
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 f*ck's that smellin'?
(pus*y)
Thugs not thugs no more, they tellin'
(Yeah)
You did that time, but you not that felon
n*gga kill the noise, your hammer not yellin'
You're infrared not beamin'
(Nope)
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 ass leakin'
Okay
Some, people run
(Yeah)
But, gangstas don't
(Yeah)
Know my hammer stay c*cked
(Yeah)
If you, leave you crippled
(Hey)
Some, people run
(Yeah)
But, gangstas don't
(Yeah)
(Y'all n*ggas ain't gangsta)
Know my hammer stay c*cked
(Yeah)
(Aiyyo Prodigy, tell 'em what's up)
If you, leave you crippled
(Hey)
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
(Yeah)
But, gangstas don't
(Yeah)
Know my hammer stay c*cked
(Yeah)
If, you, leave you crippled
(Hey)
Some, people run
(Yeah)
But, gangstas don't
(Yeah)
Know my hammer stay c*cked
(Yeah)
If, you, leave you crippled
(Hey)
Aight it's 'bout to get real ugly in this motherf*ckin' club
What, what
I need to see nothin'
(Hey)
But the real gangsta n*ggas and b*tches on the dance flo'
(Hey)
Yeah, we gon' crank this motherf*cker up
Let's crank this b*tch up
We need to see all y'all motherf*ckers doin' this sh*t
(What)
Doin' what?
Hey, put your middle finger up, motherf*cker, motherf*cker
Put your middle finger up, motherf*cker, motherf*cker
Put your middle finger up, motherf*cker, motherf*cker
Put your middle finger up, motherf*cker, motherf*cker
Let me hear you say put your middle finger up, f*ck you n*gga
Put your middle finger up, f*ck you n*gga
Put your middle finger up, f*ck you b*tch
Put your middle finger up, f*ck you b*tch
Some, people run
(Yeah)
But, gangstas don't
(Yeah)
Know my hammer stay c*cked
(Yeah)
If, you, leave you crippled
(Hey)
Some, people run
(Yeah)
But, gangstas don't
(Yeah)
Know my hammer stay c*cked
(Yeah)
If, you, leave you crippled
(Hey)
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