The Game - Real n***** stand up lyrics

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The Game - Real n***** stand up lyrics

Real n***as stand up, hold they dick b**h n***as sit down to piss, what type of n***a is you? I'm the type to pack a gat or few Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you Real n***as stand up, hold they dick b**h n***as sit down to piss, what type of n***a is you? I'm the type to pack a gat or few Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you Y'all n***as see me when I'm come through and ain't no denyin' That them big motherf**ers is twenty five Swayin' in and out of white line, six double 0 Deuce zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined See more fall guys than Foreman-Ali combined Any beef, I'm releasin' mine And I won't stop bustin' 'til them Escalade seats recline The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast I return shots like Arthur Ashe You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies f** bein' sorry, it ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party And I'll make sure ain't a n***a survivin' Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a n***a there to revive him And the Game ain't tryin' to win, f** the awards So keep that little-a** horn, and that Neil Armstrong, n***a Real n***as stand up, hold they dick b**h n***as sit down to piss, what type of n***a is you? I'm the type to pack a gat or few Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you Real n***as stand up, hold they dick b**h n***as sit down to piss, what type of n***a is you? I'm the type to pack a gat or few Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you Trust me, dog, ain't sh** you can put in your rap That'll make you a gangsta, you a b**h and that's that n***as thinkin' I retired my Chucks, put the gun back in the holsters 'Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster But that don't stop the heater from bangin' or me comin' through Droppin' all y'all n***as with three in the chamber Keep two mac-10's when I'm rollin', one in the changer One when I push the bu*ton's right next to the cupholder Dog, we can get this sh** over, I got ten on the Game Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains And the coroner's real good with the pickup A1 good with the carpet cleanin', they can get the rest of that sh** up 'Cause I k** like the hiccups, two at a time Put you n***as next to each other how I do 'em in line Real n***as stand up, hold they dick b**h n***as sit down to piss, what type of n***a is you? I'm the type to pack a gat or few Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you Real n***as stand up, hold they dick b**h n***as sit down to piss, what type of n***a is you? I'm the type to pack a gat or few Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you Come through in a big boy, leave the bullsh** at home If beef cook, then I'm bringin' the chrome If I die, then I'm leavin' a clone, but if I live Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big When I'm rhymin' on the road, I listen to Jig Bump Nas off that purple, sittin' on the block And when I'm loadin' up them clips, I listen to 'Pac A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns Than F A B O L O U S got jerseys And you might get 'em all in the face when sh** get thick Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey And ain't nuttin' to do a drive-by in the hood We ain't even got survival, but I'ma still take that ride Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it Think this sh** a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it Real n***as stand up, hold they dick b**h n***as sit down to piss, what type of n***a is you? I'm the type to pack a gat or few Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you Real n***as stand up, hold they dick b**h n***as sit down to piss, what type of n***a is you? I'm the type to pack a gat or few Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you