Real n***** stand up lyrics

by

The Game


Real n*ggas stand up, hold they di*k
b*tch n*ggas sit down to p*ss, what type of n*gga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Real n*ggas stand up, hold they di*k
b*tch n*ggas sit down to p*ss, what type of n*gga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Y'all n*ggas see me when I'm come through and ain't no denyin'
That them big motherf*ckers is twenty five
Swayin' in and out of white line, six double 0
Deuce zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine
Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined
See more fall guys than Foreman-Ali combined
Any beef, I'm releasin' mine
And I won't stop bustin' 'til them Escalade seats recline
The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast
I return shots like Arthur Ashe
You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
f*ck bein' sorry, it ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party
And I'll make sure ain't a n*gga survivin'
Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a n*gga there to revive him
And the Game ain't tryin' to win, f*ck the awards
So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong, n*gga
Real n*ggas stand up, hold they di*k
b*tch n*ggas sit down to p*ss, what type of n*gga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Real n*ggas stand up, hold they di*k
b*tch n*ggas sit down to p*ss, what type of n*gga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Trust me, dog, ain't sh*t you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta, you a b*tch and that's that
n*ggas thinkin' I retired my Chucks, put the gun back in the holsters
'Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster
But that don't stop the heater from bangin' or me comin' through
Droppin' all y'all n*ggas with three in the chamber
Keep two mac-10's when I'm rollin', one in the changer
One when I push the button's right next to the cupholder
Dog, we can get this sh*t over, I got ten on the Game
Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim
Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains
And the coroner's real good with the pickup
A1 good with the carpet cleanin', they can get the rest of that sh*t up
'Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you n*ggas next to each other how I do 'em in line
Real n*ggas stand up, hold they di*k
b*tch n*ggas sit down to p*ss, what type of n*gga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Real n*ggas stand up, hold they di*k
b*tch n*ggas sit down to p*ss, what type of n*gga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Come through in a big boy, leave the bullsh*t at home
If beef cook, then I'm bringin' the chrome
If I die, then I'm leavin' a clone, but if I live
Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig
When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big
When I'm rhymin' on the road, I listen to Jig
Bump Nas off that purple, sittin' on the block
And when I'm loadin' up them clips, I listen to 'Pac
A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns
Than F A B O L O U S got jerseys
And you might get 'em all in the face when sh*t get thick
Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey
And ain't nuttin' to do a drive-by in the hood
We ain't even got survival, but I'ma still take that ride
Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
Think this sh*t a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it
Real n*ggas stand up, hold they di*k
b*tch n*ggas sit down to p*ss, what type of n*gga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
Real n*ggas stand up, hold they di*k
b*tch n*ggas sit down to p*ss, what type of n*gga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you
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