Hurricane Chris - Real Gangstas lyrics

[Hook: Game & Hurricane Chris] Cadillac Escalades, candy paint, shop and blaze Lookin' for the n***as that hollerin' that they was gangsta 2 2 3's on the backseat of the Lac seat Looking for the n***as who hollerin' that they was gangsta Ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin' Lookin' for the n***as that hollerin' that they was gangsta I'm ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin' We gon' teach you n***as bout f**in' with real gangstas [Verse 1: Game] I'm hammered up, bandanna'd, 2 2 2 3's when the chopper blow And I be loadin' banana clip totin' My khaki suit represent what I be rollin' The phantom roof open I'm smokin', smokin' Cincinnati Red on my head no jokin' Might be chokin' but I ain't slippin' My Glock stay smokin' like I'm smokin, purple haze, ridin' with K's Split a n***a wig, f** what he did It is what is gotta live how I live Black bird gang rappin' tongue off in this b**h Til that day come I runnin' up askin' where you from Hopin' that your swagger came with a mothaf**in' gun So we can shoot it out Everyday a n***a gotta bring the rooger out No fool about when the 2 2's is out We disturbin' the peace And the police would think we at Luda's house So fool get out of your car You totin' them choppers you know where you are H-u-double-r-i-c-a-n-e times 2 mothaf**a We hittin' the swtiches My chopper to me is like Ricky to Ross The longer the clip the bigger the boss They throwin' it up we gettin' it off We burryin' n***as for thinkin' we soft D's ride by we flickin' em' up off Take off the shields we kickin' it off Play off safety like Champ Bailey Throw it my way I'm pickin' it off [Hook] [Verse 2: Hurricane Chris] I'm ridin' through the city Lookin' for them hatas' Who hollerin' bout they gon' do me somethin' But I know they ain't gon' do me nothin' Cause they don't really pose a threat But if they really don't pose a threat Then why you trippin' like you trippin' Cause I gotta go get my respect I'm stickin' the clip in that black Mac 11 And aimin' it at them b**h n***as that Play me like a hoe I been gangsta since I was 4 And I'm so cutthroat that it really don't make sense When they should of let me in the door I speak sh** that's hot enough to make the pilot leave the co*kpit Yo chick want to get wretched That b**h told me I'm the top [?] I got so much money they invented a new wallet My swag to the maximum I'm flyer than a rocket And none of you lil b**h a** boys don't want no problems Most of them n***as who brought they guns be some cowards But 100 round drum 100 buns at the [?] We keep dirty revolvers in the counsel by the driver seat Ride by his house without no talkin' and the choppers speak [Hook] [Verse 3: Bizzy Bone] A ghetto gang-banger Mama couldn't grab me with hanga Triple shots attack and lawyers with no retainers n***ascall me an animal, I'm forever lucian lets k** Anything movin' like [?] My Recruitants! Black panthers and black talents All my gang-bangers, my heart face breakers with talent Want a million, keep you hostage with all yo children Ttry hold up by ransom I'm psychotic like Charles Manson Of the vernacular blood s**in' like vacula Little mobsta [?], eating that red lobster feelin' spectacular [?] that's my stelo I thought that wouldn't sell without ya sold 5 kilos I'm a survivor, my n***as is dope dealers and riders k**ers incorporated, hate it They despise us, mama they tryna k** me I often wonder why, Mr. [?] You got what's clockin' Let n***as die I'm a genius