Lyrics Real Gangsta - Boosie Badazz

Badass 3.5 all the way live
Real gangsta
This that 3.5
Always down to wet one, send ya
Step, son
Hus
Hu-

Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em
Boosie Badass, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one, send your son to step one
Wayne P, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em
Yahoo, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one, send your son to step one
These hoes love it, real gangsta (Real gangsta)

I know a nigga named Tulu out the park, never talked
Took his leg, suck my dick, in my book he's a G
Rest in piece to Walter T
He threw his foes and talked to me
Never thought I'd see his blood up in the street, Walt a G
And Capon, that was my dawg
He put me in it, he fucked with Boosie
Fresh out Angola (Yeah) with that pack
And I showed him I could move it
Free V. Lucas, my gangsta, hope your sentence done changed
This for my nigga Lil Ivory
They'll kill ya just 'cause ya famous
I gotta give respect to my boy to the death of ours
She told the boy he going hard, that nigga dick get hard
Nigga took my boy, that was my boy, so he blessed the yard
Tell me, what else you expected from me? I'm a gangsta

Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em
J. Prince, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one, send your son to step one
Killa H, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em
Southwest P, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one, send your son to step one
These hoes love it, real gangsta (Real gangsta)

I was a juvie in Baton Rouge, I had to let it go (Let it go)
Making moves, kicking up dust with my nephew low (Get low)
I used to cook coke with Little P and little Daddy O
I used to fuck with Silky Slim
'Til he did that pussy shit on the radio
Let's talk some real shit, those I kept it real with
Niggas ain't gon' hype me shit
When I was selling my kicks
My bad, can't forget Dig 'em, fuck your habit, you a G
'Fore you flooded your own nephew
You came cross the trap to me
And that was cradle to the grave shit, yay-yay
And that was Busta and some Flav shit (I miss Coo), yay-yay
Yay-yay, real Gs, we ain't trustin' nothin' (Trustin' nothin')
I was sellin' dope, couldn't even trust my cousin

Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em
Black Trell, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one, send your son to step one
Craig Game, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em
Lil' Bleek, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one, send your son to step one
My nigga Ghost, real gangsta (Real gangsta)

D-Pitch
He died with his mask on (Real gangsta)
Lil' Ton
Died gettin' his smash on (Real gangsta)
Soulja Slim
He died in front his mom's home (Real gangsta)
But through my music that nigga lives on
(That's real gangsta)
That big Slim was a gangsta