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| Mobb Deep Amerikaz Nightmare Real Gangstaz (Lil Jon–Intro) This some of that real gangsta mothafuckin shit nigga Yeeaaaaaahhhh!!!!!! For all the real niggaz out there You know what I’m talking about Like my mothafuckin East Coast niggaz (what!) My mothafuckin Dirty South niggaz (what!) And my mothafuckin West Coast niggaz (what!) Let’s Go (Chorus-Havoc) Some peo-ple run where gang-staz don’t Know my hammer stay cocked kill you leave you hurt Some peo-ple run where gang-staz don’t Know hammer stay cocked kill you leave you hurt (Havoc) Now ya’ll know the deal while we up in here (uh-huh) Burn that ma put it up in the air (c’mon) Ma got a phatty so I’m up in her ear These clowns in my grill I got the clique right there Now you can get ya ass drug around up in here Ya now know the promoter, the pound’s in here And these my parts, you outta town out here Slow it down, pump the brake, get found out there I push that melon, what the fuck’s that smellin? (pussy) Thugs not thugs no more, they tellin You did that time but you not that felon Nigga kill the noise ya hammer not yellin …Ya infrared not beamin (nope) Ya’ll not eatin while ya neck not gleamin You don’t give a fuck, flip for any old reason Just for the fun have ya bitch ass leakin! (Lil Jon) Okay!!!! (Havoc) Some peo-ple run where gang-staz don’t Know my hammer stay cocked kill you leave you hurt Some peo-ple run where gang-staz don’t Know my hammer stay cocked kill you leave you hurt (Lil Jon) Ya’ll niggaz ain’t gangsta Hey yo Prodigy tell em whassup (Prodigy) Yeah All I want is the money and ya’ll can keep them sloppy hoes My calendar so booked I ain’t got time yo Gimme the cash Keep them beat up chicks My bank account gotta stay thick You know everyday I stay with the latest guns Keep those under our belts to blaze you up Everyday we play with the latest trucks Work that tip chronic on the porch well Don’t get rat-a-tat-tatted up It’d be a bad look Ya wettin ya pants when bullets hit man shook Droppin ya gun and all that you mad puss Thirty-four shell cases fall in one push Get beaten and battered up Ya lil chain snap Ya still takin em, fuck it let the team have it Be droppin ya drinks, trippin on things, scramblin It be chaos when guns ring at him (Lil Jon) Okay!!!! (Havoc) Some peo-ple run where gang-staz don’t Know my hammer stay cocked kill you leave you hurt Some peo-ple run where gang-staz don’t Know my hammer stay cocked kill you leave you hurt (Lil Jon-Outro) Aiight it’s about to get real ugly in this mothafuckin club (what what!) I need to see nothing but the real gangsta niggas and bitches on the danceflo’ (yeah!) We gonna crank this mothafucker up (let’s crank this bitch up) We need to see all ya’ll motherfuckers doin this shit (what what!) Doin what? (hey) Put ya middle fingers up mothafucker (mothafucker) Put ya middle fingers up mothafucker (mothafucker) Put ya middle fingers up mothafucker (mothafucker) Put ya middle fingers up mothafucker Let me hear ya say Put ya middle fingers up, fuck you nigga! Put ya middle fingers up, fuck you nigga! Put ya middle fingers up, fuck you bitch! Put ya middle fingers up, fuck you bitch! (Havoc) Some peo-ple run where gang-staz don’t Know my hammer stay cocked kill you leave you hurt Some peo-ple run where gang-staz don’t Know my hammer stay cocked kill you leave you hurt |
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