2pac - Real Type Gangsta lyrics

[Kid talking to (Mac)] Hey what's up (Hey what's up with you lil' homie) Nothing, hey ain't chu' that rapper n***a (Yeah, hey what's happening) (What they call you) J, where your bodyguards at (I don't run with no bodyguards lil' homie) Oh, cause every time Dre and Snoop come to the hood They got more police than the President (Ha, ha alright I'm feeling you) (You's a cool lil' n***a) EASTSIDE! [Mac Shawn] I mean, I don't know what they think Y'all gon' bite Mac Shawn game and ride with it Nah, nah, nah, nah homie So quick, to my real nephews Cause uh, we gangsterous, we gangsterous We gangsterour, we gangsterous Yeah the real gangstas [Verse 1] I done did it all Standin' here in these forty draws Double X around my chest and neck Six foot, two-forty of that good, raw dog It's that big boss game, what chu' reap, what chu' sow So automatic, on the gash when I smash on a n***a My n***as done bumped me up Sittin' low in the cut and I'm out so tough It's the bank, back claimin' everything That n***a Snoop, tryin' to talk like Mac Shawn man See they always spittin' my game but never mention my name Sit boy, down boy, don't bite me Please believe when I tell you this Y'all rappin' J gats can't cross like me Always sayin' nephew, hollerin' oh boy Check this Dogg, I'm the real McCoy I'm gonna seek and destroy you cats, ain't original You just like a fool now, oh yeah [Hook] I'm nothin' but a gangsta Livin' major Hit me on my pager A real playa Jump down on some and run hoes like you That's what we do I'm nothin' but a gangsta Livin' major [Verse 2] As I ride and blow on some good doe doe Turn Rap City, get me another video That's another man down today Now bump me, what's the charge on this s**er, the charge can't stop us Stop poppin' ya collar, claimin' you's is G's You ain't never pushed nothin' but piano keys Read between the fine lines, Mac Shawn's a G And the hard head beat, we bump it on the street My n***a Sonny B. makes it all complete We servin' this rap like we serve the D Showin' up so deep at The Source Awards Next thing ya know baby it's the Billboard We like WHOA!, where y'all go We got the flow dope, and the backdoor jab for sho' I mean nephew, uh what We wanted to holla at y'all but y'all ran outta here so quick [Hook] [Verse 3] What y'all gonna do When me and my nephews come for you Check game, ya game, see we do what we do Drop down on s**ers and run the game so smooth Take first cla** flights to Catalina, Cancun See we back in effect the parts of world we rule Oh boy, it's real big how we do Benzs, Rolls, Beamers, jets And diamonds bling, bling glistenin' It's a Bay to L.A. California thang And d**hrow, we ain't trippin' I mean ya know, yeah Always spittin' my game but never mention my name Ya know [Hook with ad-libs]