Real G's Stand Up E

Conservative thuggin', huh? Fuck, man. Huh? Yeah. You dig me? The fucking thuggin'. You don't know about the Block, you don't know about the streets You don't Know about the white girl on the triple beam Roaches and rats, dope heads and the fiends I Was raised in the war zone, trained by the G's Paper non-stop, soda whip, Money green Best prices in the game, Gotta give 'em what they need By the age Of seventeen, I ran through a hundred G's Now My rock crowds fifty thou on the seats Speak About the truth, so I cater to the G's All the way in the rider, I'm the flame And the heat Minnie's fourteen, Late night on the creek Got word on his Buster, stashed the keys in his Jeep If find Him, I'ma get him, lay him down where he Sleeps I'ma hit him where it hurts like the Bass on the beat So I ride for the Squad, do or die in the streets I ain't Trippin' what it takes, I'ma die just to eat, Y'all niggas stand up, G's to the front Pistol Grip bump in my jeans like what? G's to the front, lames to the rear Real Nigga shit, yeah, that's all I wanna hear Real Niggas stand up, G's to the front Pistol grip Bump in my jeans like what? G's to the front, lames to the rear Real Nigga shit, yeah, that's all I wanna hear I Don't rap about money, I don't talk about cars I be reachin' for the moon, I ain't tryna Be a star I done came a long way From never havin' a car Never havin' a dime Or somethin' to call mine Give it a little Time, my time will soon come I don't wanna Die young, I be tryna go hard My squad Go hard and niggas know who we are Real Life bars, I be stickin' to the code Livin' The same way that I be livin' in my Songs So nigga, when I'm gone, put one of Them shits on Real niggas live on, I be stickin' to the script They murdered my Little sister and ain't been the same since My Heart turned black, I ain't never turn back You Can make a bunch of money, ain't nothin' to Bring her back Yeah, real life facts, What you know about that? Real niggas stand up, G's to the front real Niggas stand up, G's to the front Pistol grip Bump in my jeans like what? G's to the front, lames to the rear Real Nigga shit, yeah, that's all I wanna hear Real Niggas stand up, G's to the front Pistol grip Bump in my jeans like what? G's to the front, lames to the rear Real Nigga shit, yeah, that's all I wanna hear We Did this for the G's and macks In front Of they mama house, wouldn't diesel that We did This for the G's and macks In front of They mama house, wouldn't diesel on that Let me Beg they pardon, say what's up like Martin What's Up, how you doin'? Like Crispus say on Norton This ain't on the radio, this ain't on the Market This what they been waitin' for and lay Back on they raw shit Niggas ain't LA no More, they sound like they from Yonkers I ain't Even dissin' though, but I ain't no New Yorker From a city where most of the niggas we Know Die for the set they claim or they Slang kilos Cali bangin' to the death, Throw the dub up Tell a hater eat a Dick and get his buzz up Two twisted in The middle with thumb tucked Motherfuck Soulja, All I'm missin' Hey, real niggas stand up, G's to the front Pistol grip bump in my Jeans like what? G's to the front, lames to the rear Real Nigga shit, yeah, that's all I wanna hear Real Niggas stand up, G's to the front Pistol grip Bump in my jeans like what? G's to the front, lames to the rear Real Nigga shit, yeah, that's all I wanna hear We Did this for the G's and macks We did, We did this for the G's and macks We Did this for the G's and macks We did, We did this for the G's and macks In Front of they mama house, wouldn't diesel on that