Real Gangsta

Badass 3.5 all the way live
 Real gangsta
 This that 3.5
 Always down to wet one, send ya
 Step, son
 Hus
 Hu-
 Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em
 Boosie Badass, 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)
 I know a nigga named Tulu out the park, never talked
 Took his leg, suck 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 fucked 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 nigga Lil Ivory
 They'll kill ya just 'cause ya famous
 I gotta give respect to my boy to the death of ours
 She told the boy he going hard, that nigga dick get hard
 Nigga took my boy, that was my boy, so he blessed the yard
 Tell me, what else you expected from me? I'm a gangsta
 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
 Killa 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)
 I was a juvie in Baton Rouge, I had to let it go (Let it go)
 Making moves, kicking up dust with my nephew low (Get low)
 I used to cook coke with Little P and little Daddy O
 I used to fuck with Silky Slim
 'Til he did that pussy shit on the radio
 Let's talk some real shit, those I kept it real with
 Niggas ain't gon' hype me shit
 When I was selling my kicks
 My bad, can't forget Dig 'em, fuck 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 shit, yay-yay
 And that was Busta and some Flav shit (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
 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 nigga Ghost, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
 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 nigga lives on
 (That's real gangsta)
 That big Slim was a gangsta