Gettin' Real Buck Lyrics

[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

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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

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[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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