Real Gangstaz (feat. Lil Jon)

This some of that real gangsta motherfuckin' shit nigga
 (Yeah)
 Yeah, for all the real niggaz out there
 (Yeah)
 You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
 (What)
 Like my motherfuckin' East Coast niggaz
 (What)
 My motherfuckin' Dirty South niggaz
 (What)
 And my motherfuckin' West Coast niggaz
 (What)
 Let's go
 Some, people run
 (Yeah)
 But, gangstas don't
 (Yeah)
 Know my hammer stay cocked
 (Yeah)
 If you, leave you crippled
 (Hey)
 Some, people run
 (Yeah)
 But, gangstas don't
 (Yeah)
 Know my hammer stay cocked
 (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 fuck's that smellin'?
 (Pussy)
 Thugs not thugs no more, they tellin'
 (Yeah)
 You did that time, but you not that felon
 Nigga 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 fuck, flip for any ol' reason
 Just for the fun have your bitch ass leakin'
 Okay
 Some, people run
 (Yeah)
 But, gangstas don't
 (Yeah)
 Know my hammer stay cocked
 (Yeah)
 If you, leave you crippled
 (Hey)
 Some, people run
 (Yeah)
 But, gangstas don't
 (Yeah)
 (Y'all niggaz ain't gangsta)
 Know my hammer stay cocked
 (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, 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
 (Yeah)
 But, gangstas don't
 (Yeah)
 Know my hammer stay cocked
 (Yeah)
 If, you, leave you crippled
 (Hey)
 Some, people run
 (Yeah)
 But, gangstas don't
 (Yeah)
 Know my hammer stay cocked
 (Yeah)
 If, you, leave you crippled
 (Hey)
 Aight it's 'bout to get real ugly in this motherfuckin' club
 What, what
 I need to see nothin'
 (Hey)
 But the real gangsta niggaz and bitches on the dance flo'
 (Hey)
 Yeah, we gon' crank this motherfucker up
 Let's crank this bitch up
 We need to see all y'all motherfuckers doin' this shit
 (What)
 Doin' what?
 Hey, put your middle finger up, motherfucker, motherfucker
 Put your middle finger up, motherfucker, motherfucker
 Put your middle finger up, motherfucker, motherfucker
 Put your middle finger up, motherfucker, motherfucker
 Let me hear you say 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
 (Yeah)
 But, gangstas don't
 (Yeah)
 Know my hammer stay cocked
 (Yeah)
 If, you, leave you crippled
 (Hey)
 Some, people run
 (Yeah)
 But, gangstas don't
 (Yeah)
 Know my hammer stay cocked
 (Yeah)
 If, you, leave you crippled
 (Hey)