B.G. - Real n***as And Real b**hes lyrics

[Talking] Ahh yeah n***as, yeah uh-huh, uh We bout to get it ooh, we bout to get it off the chain n***a, real n***as real b**ches come on You know Gizzle on fire, the hottest around I layed low a minute, n***as try to count me out Thought I was through cooked, just gone with the wind Thought you could stick a fork in me, better think again Man I'm here to stay, n***a I'm built to last Chopper City in this b**ch, there's no realer than that Now where my k**as at, my drug dealas at I mean my motherf**king, get it how you livers at Now where my b**ches at, my street b**ches at My lap dancing, drop it like it's hot b**ches at You know I'm loving them, ooh when I'm f**king them I get all up in them, bust a nut all up in them n***as are kissing them, I shake my head at them They just don't know, I done shot all kind of lead in them Yeah give me them grits, I put this bu*ter in em Stir em up, that yellow color in em [Hook - 2x] I got real n***as real b**ches, f**king with me I got real n***as real b**ches, f**king with me I got real n***as real b**ches, f**king with me If you fake n***a, I don't need you f**king with me I'm from New Orleans, home of the Mag, Memph and Callio You know we bout it n***a, we the murder capital Fo' hundred 21, that was in '94 It's 2003, to that number we added bout fifty mo' See bout eleven of em, I done done it myself There's one left in a dozen mo', I got under my belt I tote them handguns, but I love them K's and sh*t Them rifles with drums n***a, and banana clips I'm off the block n***a, and it's flooded with thugs It's hot with them people, and believe infested with d** Dope, coke and weed, extasy MV's We got it all n***a, whatever you want or think you need I'm a young dog, n***a I stand tall My back against the wall, I'ma ball till I fall n***a keep it real, that's a street law And never tell what you heard, or what you seen or saw [Hook - 2x] I got real n***as real b**ches, thugging with me I got real n***as real b**ches, thugging with me I got real n***as real b**ches, thugging with me If you fake n***a, I don't need you thugging with me I got real n***as real b**ches, running with me I got real n***as real b**ches, running with me I got real n***as real b**ches, running with me If you fake n***a, I don't want you running with me Come on uh, I don't want you f**king with me n***a, I don't want you running with me n***a, I don't want you thugging with me Huh, you can't be bucking with me Now I'm a real n***a, I f**k with real n***as I deal with real n***as, only the real n***as I f**k with real b**ches, I deal with real b**ches Huh-huh, only real b**ches [Talking] Yeah, Chopper City n***a, wide O n***a Chopper City n***a, huh, we leave you We'll leave you wide open n***a So f**k everybody ha, n***a Throw your hands up, throw your sets up Throw your hood up, n***a throw your block up Throw your side up, n***a throw your side up Throw your iron up, n***a throw your nine up n***a Throw your ki's up, n***a uh, huh, hold your blunts up n***a What yeah, ah yeah, I'm loving this n***a ha You gotta be loving this n***a, uh B. Gizzle, G'd up and soldier down what B. Gizzle n***a, you know I'ma hold it down B. Gizzle n***a, G'd up and soldier down Huh, n***a