Mobb Deep Real Gangstaz (ft. Lil' Jon) lyrics

This some of that real gangsta motherfuckin' shit, nigga
Yeah, for all the real niggaz out there
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Like my motherfuckin' East Coast niggaz
My motherfuckin' Dirty South niggaz
And my motherfuckin' West Coast niggaz, 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
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'?
Thugs not thugs no more, they tellin'
You did that time, but you not that felon
Nigga, kill the noise, your hammer not yellin'

Your infra-red not beamin'
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', 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, fuck 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 motherfuckin' club
I need to see nothin' but the real gangsta
Niggaz and bitches on the dance floor
We gon' crank this motherfucker up
We need to see all y'all now motherfuckers doin' this shit

Hey, put your middle finger up, motherfucker
Put your middle finger up, motherfucker
Put your middle finger up, motherfucker
Put your middle finger up, motherfucker

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

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