Gettin' Real Buck Lyrics - Singles - Gangsta Blac

[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 

[Chorus] 

[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 

Star spangled banner 

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 

[Chorus] 

[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 

[Chorus]