Текст песни Real Gangstaz - Game
Real,
real
gangstaz
stand
up,
hold
they
dick
Bitch
niggaz
sit
down
to
piss,
what
type
of
nigga
is
you?
I'm
the
type
to
pack
a
gat
or
few
Pull
out
and
pop,
simply
'cause
I'm
mad
at
you
Real
niggaz
stand
up,
hold
they
dick
Bitch
niggaz
sit
down
to
piss,
what
type
of
nigga
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
niggaz
see
me
when
I'm
come
through
And
ain't
no
denyin'
that
them
big
motherfuckers
is
twenty-five
Swayin'
in
and
out
of
white
line,
six,
six
double
O
Two
zeroes,
I'm
feelin'
like
the
streets
is
mine
Y'all
niggaz
see
me
when
I'm
come
through
And
ain't
no,
no
denyin'
that
them
big
motherfuckers
is
twenty-five
Swayin'
in
and
out
of
white
line,
six,
six
double
O
Two
zeroes,
I'm
feelin'
like
the
streets
is
mine
Y'all
niggaz
see
me
when
I'm
come
through
And
ain't
no,
no
denyin'
that
them
big,
big
motherfuckers
is
twenty-five
Swayin'
in
and
out
of
white
line,
six,
six
double
O
Two
zeroes,
I'm
feelin'
like
the
streets
is
mine
Mines
hustle,
mucho
dinero,
heat's
confined
See
more
fall
guys
than
Foreman
Ali
combined
If
there's
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
Fuck
bein'
sorry,
it
ain't
nothin'
but
a
gangsta
party
Ten
shots,
ten
dead
bodies
Fuck
bein'
sorry,
it
ain't
nothin'
but
a
gangsta
party
Ten
shots,
ten
dead
bodies
Fuck
bein'
sorry,
it
ain't
nothin'
but
a
gangsta
party
And
I'll
make
sure
ain't
a
nigga
survivin'
Shoot
up
the
ambulance,
make
sure
it
ain't
a
nigga
there
to
revive
him
And
the
Game
ain't
tryin'
to
win,
fuck
the
awards
So
keep
that
little-ass
horn,
and
that
Neil
Armstrong
Real,
real
gangstaz
stand
up,
hold
they
dick
Bitch
niggaz
sit
down
to
piss,
what
type
of
nigga
is
you?
I'm
the
type
to
pack
a
gat
or
few
Pull
out
and
pop,
simply
'cause
I'm
mad
at
you
Real,
real
niggaz
stand
up,
hold
they
dick
Bitch
niggaz
sit
down
to
piss,
what
type
of
nigga
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
shit
you
can
put
in
your
rap
That'll
make
you
a
gangsta,
you
a
bitch
and
that's
that
Niggaz
thinkin'
I
retired
my
Chuck,
put
the
gun
back
in
the
holsters
'Cause
I
weave
through
Trust
me
dog,
ain't
shit
you
can
put
in
your
rap
That'll
make
you
a
gangsta,
you
a
bitch
and
that's
that
Niggaz
thinkin'
I
retired
my
Chuck,
put
the
gun
back
in
the
holsters
'Cause
I
weave
through
Trust
me
dog,
ain't
shit
you
can
put
in
your
rap
That'll
make
you
a
gangsta,
you
a
bitch
and
that's
that
Niggaz
thinkin'
I
retired
my
Chuck,
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
niggaz
with
three
in
the
chamber
Keep
two
mac-ten's
when
I'm
rollin',
one
in
the
changer
One
when
I
push
the
button's
right
next
to
the
cup
holder
Dog
we
can
get
this
shit
over,
I
got
ten
on
the
game
Let's
say
the
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
that
pickup
A-one
good
with
the
carpet
cleaning,
they
can
get
the
rest
of
that
shit
up
'Cause
I
kill
like
the
hiccups,
two
at
a
time
Put
you
niggaz
next
to
each
other
how
I
do
'em
in
line
Real,
real
gangstaz
stand
up,
hold
they
dick
Bitch
niggaz
sit
down
to
piss,
what
type
of
nigga
is
you?
I'm
the
type
to
pack
a
gat
or
few
Pull
out
and
pop,
simply
'cause
I'm
mad
at
you
Real
niggaz
stand
up,
hold
they
dick
Bitch
niggaz
sit
down
to
piss,
what
type
of
nigga
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
bullshit
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
shit
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'm
a
still
take
that
ride
Bet
my
drink
on
it,
bet
my
main
squeeze
mink
on
it
Think
this
shit
a
joke?
Bet
the
S-5
pink
on
it
Real,
real
gangstaz
stand
up,
hold
they
dick
Bitch
niggaz
sit
down
to
piss,
what
type
of
nigga
is
you?
I'm
the
type
to
pack
a
gat
or
few
Pull
out
and
pop,
simply
'cause
I'm
mad
at
you
Real,
real
niggaz
stand
up,
hold
they
dick
Bitch
niggaz
sit
down
to
piss,
what
type
of
nigga
is
you?
I'm
the
type
to
pack
a
gat
or
few
1 The Game Intro
2 Neighborhood Superstars 2 (feat. JT the Bigga Figga)
3 When Shit (feat. JT the Bigga Figga)
4 Im Looking
5 Real Gangstaz
6 Drama Iz Real
7 Compton to Fillmoe (feat. JT the Bigga Figga)
8 El Presidente (feat. Telly Mac)
9 G.A.M.E
10 Cali Boyz
11 Who the Illest (feat. Sean T)
12 Bleek Iz
13 Street Kings (feat. The Get Low Family)
14 Don't Cry (feat. Blu Chip)
15 Exclusively (feat. The Get Low Family) [Live]
16 Compton Compton
17 Game Outro (feat. JT the Bigga Figga)
18 Troublesome
19 We Gangsta (feat. Sean T)
20 Put It In the Air
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