Mobb Deep - Real Gangstaz - Dirty lyrics

This some of that real gangsta motherf**in' sh** n***a (Yeah) Yeah, for all the real n***as out there (Yeah) You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (What) Like my motherf**in' East Coast n***as (What) My motherf**in' Dirty South n***as (What) And my motherf**in' West Coast n***as (What) Let's go Some, people run (Yeah) But, gangstas don't (Yeah) Know my hammer stay co*ked (Yeah) If you, leave you crippled (Hey) Some, people run (Yeah) But, gangstas don't (Yeah) Know my hammer stay co*ked (Yeah) If you, leave you crippled (Hey) Now y'all know the deal why we up in here Burn that ma, put it up in the air (C'mon) Ma got a phattie so I'm up in her ear 'Cause these clowns wanna grill, I got the clique right there Now you could get your a** drug around up in here You know I know the promoter, the pound's in here And these my parts, you outta town out here Slow it down, pump the brakes, get found out there I'm push that melon, what the f**'s that smellin'? (p**y) Thugs not thugs no more, they tellin' (Yeah) You did that time, but you not that felon n***a k** the noise, your hammer not yellin' You're infrared not beamin' (Nope) Y'all not eatin' while your neck not gleamin' We don't give a f**, flip for any ol' reason Just for the fun have your b**h a** leakin' Okay Some, people run (Yeah) But, gangstas don't (Yeah) Know my hammer stay co*ked (Yeah) If you, leave you crippled (Hey) Some, people run (Yeah) But, gangstas don't (Yeah) (Y'all n***as ain't gangsta) Know my hammer stay co*ked (Yeah) (Aiyyo Prodigy, tell 'em what's up) If you, leave you crippled (Hey) Yeah, all I want is the money and y'all can keep them sloppy hoes My calender's shows booked, I ain't got time yo Gimme the cash, keep them beat up chicks My bank bounce gotta stay thick You know e'ry day I stay with, the latest guns Keep those under our belts to blaze you up E'ry day we play with, the latest trucks Work that tip chronic on the porch well Don't get rat-a-tat tatted up, it be a bad look Be wettin' your pants when bullets hit, mad shook Droppin' your gun and all that, you mad puss 34 shell cases fall in one push You get beaten and battered up, y'all little chain snapped We still takin' 'em, f** it let the team have it Be droppin' your drinks, trippin' on things scramblin' It be chaos when guns ring at him Okay Some, people run (Yeah) But, gangstas don't (Yeah) Know my hammer stay co*ked (Yeah) If, you, leave you crippled (Hey) Some, people run (Yeah) But, gangstas don't (Yeah) Know my hammer stay co*ked (Yeah) If, you, leave you crippled (Hey) Aight it's 'bout to get real ugly in this motherf**in' club What, what I need to see nothin' (Hey) But the real gangsta n***as and b**hes on the dance flo' (Hey) Yeah, we gon' crank this motherf**er up Let's crank this b**h up We need to see all y'all motherf**ers doin' this sh** (What) Doin' what? Hey, put your middle finger up, motherf**er, motherf**er Put your middle finger up, motherf**er, motherf**er Put your middle finger up, motherf**er, motherf**er Put your middle finger up, motherf**er, motherf**er Let me hear you say put your middle finger up, f** you n***a Put your middle finger up, f** you n***a Put your middle finger up, f** you b**h Put your middle finger up, f** you b**h Some, people run (Yeah) But, gangstas don't (Yeah) Know my hammer stay co*ked (Yeah) If, you, leave you crippled (Hey) Some, people run (Yeah) But, gangstas don't (Yeah) Know my hammer stay co*ked (Yeah) If, you, leave you crippled (Hey)