Scott Storch - Get Real Gangsta lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Boo got a blunt in his ear! Chea, it's me and Raw D.I. this time, ba*tards I got my little brother Capo on this one, too Yeah, haha, that's right Young Money, Cash Money, man (Yeah, real sh** n***a) Gangsta sh**, get your game up, boy, for real [Verse 1: Raw Dizzy] The clock is ticking, the cops is sitting Waiting on me to pop the ribbon so I can get locked in prison But I forgive 'em, they don't know I got the bishop Giving me a future face, they cannot prevent it Sky's the limit, I travel but I tries to pivot Look in my eyes and combine the spirit, time'll end it If it's not a couple of Gs, it's dimes and pennies If I don't break a knuckle or knee, my shine is finished I'm climbing in it, but I could fall down the chimney A hound is in me, so don't come around or near me You clowns is really f**ing up, ya bound to get it I sit a barrel on ya tongue so round and pretty Fought my ticket, now I'ma skip town and kick it Dress code: just some khaki brown lil' Dickies Got them pounds and chickens stuffed in coffee grounds and fishes, n***a [Hook: Capo] It don't get no gangsta than this f**ing with them gangstas, I guarantee sh** gon' get real gangsta, my n***a And you gon' back down, and you gon' back down It don't get no gangsta than this f**ing with them gangstas, I guarantee sh** gon' get real gangsta, my n***a And you gon' back down, and you gon' back down [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Yeah, fresh off the block, that's Apple and Eagle Street I go through there every week even if it's just to speak What up? I don't see Red, so I keep going He's probably with Rodney, or probably with Roney I go by Trill Rill cause he be up in the morning See, that's that penitentiary sh** and he been out for a minute But I'm up! Birdman keep asking me to stick 22s on the Rolls and I keep telling him no, but If he keep playing then I'ma have to show him And come through this b**h on 24s Like what up?! These hoes keep asking me to marry 'em Knowing that my ex-wife'll bury 'em So b**h, shut up! I'm blowing on that berry like Marion You knowing what the f** a n***a carrying Get bald head like a Aryan I think a n***a bout to buy a Marriott Now all my hoes, put up! [Hook] [Verse 3: Raw Dizzy] Check, lights off, mask on, creep silent Move light, walk, step, talk, squeak, holla (I hear 'em) Pull a tool, n***a sweet like peach cobbler Shoot twice, don't check, let them people find him I'm the screw face to this rap game Weezy put me on, new face with the same name [Lil Wayne] Oh yes I did, get 'em, kid, if I ask ya Just bring me the ba*tard with his head unfastened Faster than a panther goes the lead from the clapper Round up ya boys, get this round of applause [Raw Dizzy] They say I'm two faced, look, n***a, I ain't changed Cause if I feel played, I'ma let the iron rain Rrrang, bang bang with my gang, mane Know how to slang 'caine, whoa, I can maintain [Lil Wayne] Bang bang, cross my chest Bang bang, you cross ya chest Toss ya chest in the mess with the rest, damn [Hook] [Outro: Lil Wayne] Yeah, light one up, man We gon' ride out to this one, yeah Yeah, stop playing, we so here, man Hats low, money high, we high too f** b**hes, it's Young Money