Get real Gangsta Songtext

(Boo gotta blunt in his ear)

The clock is tickin 

The cops is sittin waitin on me to pop the ribbon so I can get locked in prison 

But I forgive em 

They don’t know I got the bishop 

Givin me a future face they cannot prevent it 

Skys the limit, I travel but I tries to pivot 

Look in my eyes and combine the spirits 

Time’ll end it 

If it’s not a coupla g’s it’s dimes and pennies 

If I don’t break a knuckle or knee, my shine is finished 

I’m climbin in it but I could fall down the chimney 

A hound is in me so don’t come around or near me 

You clowns is really f**kin up 

Ya bound to get it 

I sit a barrel on ya tongue so round and pretty 

Fought my ticket now I’m a skip town and kick it 

Dress code just some khaki brown lil Dickies 

Got them pounds and chickens stuffed and coffee grounds in visions nigga

[Chorus: x2] 

It don’t get no gangsta than this 

F**kin with them gangstas I guarantee 

Sh*t goin get real gangsta my nigga 

And you goin back down and get yo back down

Yea, fresh off the block that’s Apple and Eagle St. 

I go through there every week even if it’s just to speak (what up?) 

I don’t see Red so I keep goin 

He’s probably with Rodney, or probably with (roney, roland?) 

I go by trill rill cause he be up in the mornin 

See that’s that penitentiary sh*t and he been out for a minute 

But I’m up! 

Birdman keep askin me to stick 22’s on the Rolls and I keep tellin him no but 

If he keep playin then I’m a have to show him 

And come through this b*tch on 24’s 

Like what up!? ! 

These hoes keep askin me to marry em knowin that my ex wife’ll bury em so b*tch shut up! 

I’m blowin on that berry like marian 

You knowin what the f**k a nigga carryin 

Get bald head like a Aryan 

I think a nigga bout to buy a Marriot 

Now all my hoes put up

[Chorus x2]

Check lights off masks on creep silent 

Move light walk step talk squeak holla (I hear em) 

Pull a tool sweet like peach cobbler 

Shoot twice don’t check let them people find em 

I’m the screw face to this rap game 

Weezy put me on new face with the same name

Oh yes I did get em kid if I ask ya 

Just bring me the bastard with his head unfastened 

Faster than a panther goes the lead from the clapper 

Round up ya boys get this round of applause

They say I’m two face look nigga I ain’t changed 

Cause if I feel played I’m a let the iron rain (riiing) 

Ring bang bang with my gang man know how to sling ‘caine 

Whoa I can maintain

Bang bang cross my chest 

Bang bang you cross ya chest, toss ya chest in the mess with the rest bam

[Chorus x2]

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