Gettin Real Buck (Explicit)

Gettin Real Buck - Gangsta Blac

Ni**a's in the club gettin' real buck

Ni**a's in the club gettin' real buck

Now my ni**a's in the club gettin' real buck

Now my ni**a's in the club gettin' real buck

It's kind of hard to keep a f**kin' 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 a** 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 ni**a's gettin' buck

Bet this on my D-Zick

Throw the mic cuz I'm so hype and

Hoe this just beginning

Bury sh*t f**kin' hoes

Ain't that the way it's suppose to go

F**k 'em slow let 'em know

Time to hit the dirt hoe

Wusup to all them people's rumors

That's been said bout folks from Ana

Creepin' through the back with a f**kin' gage

Ready to ram and jam ya

All these f**kin' slugs up in yo a**

If I up and find ya

Mouth full of lit fire crackers

Star spangled banner

Reassess Pieces on yo body

Hittin' them b**ches 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 ni**a De-De gone with yo bad self

Hoe you need to f**kin' 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 b**ch 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

Ain't no f**kin' simple man

Take no bullet for no ni**a

Trick you must can't understand

Hoe how the f**k you figure

Not with all that reppin' sh*t

Not with all that Football sh*t

All about roastin' a b**ch

All about makin' it rich

Hood Rat mean's a group of hoes

Slurpin' on yo nut sac's

Sac's of w**d 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 d**e hold it though

Time to find my ni**a

Let me ride in yo Pontiac

Funk it up or ride in the

White Chevy with the bumpin' back

F**k you b**ches this for girls and plenty niggas

F**k killer realer we grip hands on the trigger

Yo nine grip my dick ni**a I don't give a sh*t

Paul in lil' man got my back

Two ni**a's you can't deal with

Bustin' through the crowd like a crash

Dead in yo gut now my ni**a's deep

Gettin' real buck