Boosie BadAzz - Real Gangsta lyrics

[Intro] Bada** 3.5 all the way live Real gangsta This that 3.5 Always down to wet one, send ya Step, son Hus- Hu- [Chorus] Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em Boosie Bada**, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Always down to wet one, send your son to step one Wayne P, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em Yahoo, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Always down to wet one, send your son to step one These hoes love it, real gangsta (Real gangsta) [Verse 1] I know a n***a named Tulu out the park, never talked Took his leg, s** my dick, in my book he's a G Rest in piece to Walter T, he threw his foes and talked to me Never thought I'd see his blood up in the street, Walt a G And Capon, that was my dawg, he put me in it, he f**ed with Boosie Fresh out Angola (Yeah) with that pack and I showed him I could move it Free V. Lucas, my gangsta, hope your sentence done changed This for my n***a Lil Ivory, they'll k** ya just 'cause ya famous I gotta give respect to my boy to the d**h of ours She told the boy he goin' hard, that n***a dick get hard n***a took my boy, that was my boy, so he blessed the yard Tell me, what else you expected from me? I'm a gangsta [Chorus] Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em J. Prince, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Always down to wet one, send your son to step one k**a H, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em Southwest P, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Always down to wet one, send your son to step one These hoes love it, real gangsta (Real gangsta) [Verse 2] I was a juvie in Baton Rouge, I had to let it go (Let it go) Makin' moves, kickin' up dust with my nephew low (Get low) I used to cook coke with Little P and little Daddy O I used to f** with Silky Slim 'til he did that p**y sh** on the radio Let's talk some real sh**, those I kept it real with n***as ain't gon' hype me sh** when I was sellin' my kicks My bad, can't forget Dig 'em, f** your habit, you a G 'Fore you flooded your own nephew, you came cross the trap to me And that was cradle to the grave sh**, yay-yay And that was Busta and some Flav sh** (I miss Coo), yay-yay Yay-yay, real Gs, we ain't trustin' nothin' (Trustin' nothin') I was sellin' dope, couldn't even trust my cousin [Chorus] Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em Black Trell, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Always down to wet one, send your son to step one Craig Game, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em Lil' Bleek, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Always down to wet one, send your son to step one My n***a Ghost, real gangsta (Real gangsta) [Outro] D-Pitch He died with his mask on (Real gangsta) Lil' Ton Died gettin' his smash on (Real gangsta) Soulja Slim He died in front his mom's home (Real gangsta) But through my music that n***a lives on (That's real gangsta) That big Slim was a gangsta