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Artista: Game
Album: Untold Story
Cancion: Real gangstaz
[Chorus: 2x]
Real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
Iīm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply cause Iīm mad at you

[The Game]
Yīall niggaz see me when Iīm come through; and ainīt no denyin
that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin in and out of white line, six double-oh
Deuce zeroes, Iīm feelin like the streets is mine
Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heatīs confined
See more fall guys than Foreman/Ali combined
If thereīs beef, Iīm releasin mine
And I wonīt stop bustin ītil 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
Fuck bein sorry, it ainīt nuttin but a gangsta party
And Iīll make sure ainīt a nigga survivin
Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ainīt a nigga there to revive him
And the Game ainīt tryin to win, fuck the awards
So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong nigga


[The Game]
Trust me dog, ainīt shit you can put in your rap
thatīll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and thatīs that
Niggaz thinkin I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster
But that donīt stop the heater from bangin, or me comin through
Droppin all yīall niggaz with three in the chamber
Keep two mac-10īs when Iīm rollin, one in the changer
One when I push the buttonīs right next to the cupholder
Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game
Letīs say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Ainīt gotta look over my shoulder, Iīm good with the aim
Good with the handle and the bulletīs good with the bloodstains
And the coronerīs real good with that pickup
A1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up
Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggaz next to each other how I do īem in line


[The Game]
Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home
If beef cook then Iīm bringin the chrome
If I die then Iīm leavin a clone; but if I live
through the drama one moī time then them boys gotta dig
When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big
When Iīm rhymin on the road, I listen to Jig
Bump Nas off that purple, sittin on the block
And when Iīm loadin up them clips, I listen to īPac
A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got moī guns
than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys
And you might get īem all in the face when shit get thick
Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey
And ainīt nuttin to do a driveby in the hood
We ainīt even got survival, but Iīma still take that ride
Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it

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