Gettin Real Buck

[Chorus]
 Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
 Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
 Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
 Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
 [Gangsta Blac]
 It's kind of hard to keep a fuckin' mil
 If yo name ain't Holyfield
 Kick back in the MC resident
 Countin' dollar bills,
 Make me kick in a liquor store
 Stop in get a Tangaray
 Peel a chin in the wind,
 Ballin' hittin' the free way
 Ain't no slippin' in the street
 5-O's on my ass gee,
 Three car deep after me
 Ballin' down through SPV
 Gangsta man still the same
 Clear me as you see me pass
 Holler when I holler, time to dip up in another past
 Rip it up, open it up can I get a Newport?
 Pass me one, thank you sir
 Got your whole ankle short
 Ya-Da-Yo givin' shouts
 Steve in Bone taught me that
 Straight from the Bounds, lay it down
 If they cool with Gangsta Blac
 All my nigga's gettin' buck
 Bet this on my D-Zick
 Throw the mic, 'cause I'm so hype and
 Hoe this just beginning
 Bury shit, fuckin' hoes, ain't that the way it's suppose to go
 Fuck 'em slow, let 'em know
 Time to hit the dirt hoe
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 [Gangsta Blac]
 Wusup to all them people's rumors,
 That's been said bout folks from Ana
 Creepin' through the back with a fuckin' gage
 Ready to ram and jam ya
 All these fuckin' slugs up in yo ass
 If I up and find ya
 Mouth, full of lit fire crackers
 Star spangled banner
 Reassess Pieces on yo body
 Hittin' them bitches watch 'em drool
 Jack be nimble be quick but, Jack he ain't no damn fool
 Hoe you must be high down fall
 For the nigga De-De gone with yo bad self
 Hoe you need to fuckin' quick,
 Ain't no drunk lookin' good
 Ain't no killer I wish I would
 I buck down all you lemon
 Put them jackets on my neighborhood
 Cock my nine, feelin' fine
 Incase the run they mouth
 Wusup bitch is you mad, cause we from the South
 To you motor mouth suckers, come in get some of this
 Noisy ness, wig split stay up out my business
 Ride 'em up Escalade, down to the mighty sky
 To ya hoe, see ya hoe in Hell cause it's time to die
 [Chorus]
 [Gangsta Blac]
 Ain't no fuckin' simple man
 Take no bullet for no nigga
 Trick you must can't understand
 Hoe how the fuck you figure
 Not with all that reppin' shit
 Not with all that Football shit
 All about roastin' a bitch
 All about makin' it rich
 Hood Rat mean's a group of hoes
 Slurpin' on yo nut sac's
 Sac's of weed is what I need
 To keep my brain on this track
 Chu-Chu watch me choke as
 I blow out a cloud of smoke
 Hypnotize civilize, got dope hold it though
 Time to find my nigga, let me ride in yo Pontiac
 Funk it up, or ride in the white Chevy with the bumpin' back
 Fuck you bitches, this for girls and plenty niggas
 Fuck killer realer we grip hands on the trigger
 Yo nine grip my dick, nigga I don't give a shit
 Paul in lil' man got my back, two nigga's you can't deal with
 Bustin' through the crowd like a crash
 Dead in yo gut, now my nigga's deep
 Gettin' real buck
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