Funkmaster Flex - Real G's (Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap Feat. Snoop Dogg) lyrics

We bout to get real ugly up in this muthaf**a For the 9-9 and the 2-G Def Jam Snoop Dogg all up in this muthaf**a Big Kap Eastsidaz I'm on the road to riches and diamond rings Real gangstas do real things I'm on the road to riches and diamond rings Real gangstas do real things B-r-o-o-k-l-y-n We gang bang and ride down on n***as(Pow hot!) Dogg Pound on n***as Who shot ya?, big dog gotcha I'm notcha average n***a in the yappin' Folks slappin, folks are smokin dope And doin my thing, I'm on the muthaf**in East coast From Brooklawn to Q.B. they know me Up in Harlem World they say Snoop Dogg is a G Ask P. Diddy, Lil' Cease, and Queen B Eatin up at Justin's you seen me, rappin Stackin my weapon in the limo And 15 n***as tryin to hand me their demo "Sign Me" my mind be on some other sh** If I'm slidin in the club n***a I'm tryin to bust a beeatch! So in other words, all that rap sh** kick it to the curb Save it for the birds Who got the muthaf**in herb? And where the hoes at n***a? sh**, I'm tryin to get served I got dick on a platter Baby got a man Snoop Dogg, sh** it don't matter Ooh, ahh, Snoop dizzy gots to get busy Especially when I'm tippin Look here, and all you n***as talkin sh** you just missed me Cause on the real Flex none of ya'll can f** with me G's up, I'll make punk n***as freeze up Pull dem Lees up, and leave dem sleeves up n***a, what the f**? You know about that D.P.G. Bad Boy connection Connected by Funk Flex we in a Lexus Or even the Suburban, swerve it to that Hot 9-7 B.I.G. rest in peace, I know your smilin in heaven Look here I'm on the road to riches and diamond rings Real gangstas do real things I'm on the road to riches and diamond rings Real gangstas do real things I'm on the road to riches and diamond rings Real gangstas do real things I'm on the road to riches and diamond rings Real gangstas do real things Money, gangstas, b**hes, dope Hold, show, flows, ya know You wanna roll around on my livin room flo' Play Nintendo and smoke my Indo I don't think so, and I ain't payin your bills Man I'm sick of these b**hes and that's way to real I meet a b**h, I greet a b**h, I never eat a b**h You talk sh**, God damn right, I'll beat a b**h Treat a b**h never have in my life I skied a b**h and tell her punk a** good night Unless you tight...Like a R and B b**h Like Toni Braxton or Jenny Lopez Go ahead, go ahead Aw man f** what she said, I bet she give a rap n***a head I take her upstairs lay her on the bed Get it in the feelin, now she start revealin And what more can I say Dog is chillin, his dick is chillin Movie star b**hes all on a n***a dick When I was broke, Kap, man I couldn't picture this 400 G's from over seas we the loca Bound to hash from master down my almamota I got to smoke everyday of my life Snoop Dogg, Funk Flex and it's extra tight I'm on the road to riches and diamond rings Real gangstas do real things I'm on the road to riches and diamond rings Real gangstas do real things Real ugly for the 9-9 It's goin down ya'll Oooh this is ugly Drop a bomb on them Flex Yeah, it's hot ya'll Real hot, hot to d**h B.I.G. rest in peace