Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick   Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?   I'm the type to pack a gat or few   Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you      Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick   Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?   I'm the type to pack a gat or few   Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you      Y'all niggaz see me when I come through   And ain't no denyin' that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five   Swayin' in and out of white line, six double, oh   Deuce zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine      Mines hustle, Mucho Dinero, heat's confined   See more fall guys than Foreman Ali combined   If there's beef, I'm releasin' mine   And I won't stop bustin' 'til them Escalade seats recline      The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast   I return shots like Arthur Ashe   You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies   Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party      And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivin'   Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him   And The Game ain't tryin' to win, fuck the awards   So, keep that little ass horn and that Neil Armstrong, nigga      Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick   Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?   I'm the type to pack a gat or few   Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you      Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick   Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?   I'm the type to pack a gat or few   Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you      Trust me, dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap   That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that   Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters   'Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster      But that don't stop the heater from bangin' or me comin' through   Droppin' all y'all niggaz with three in the chamber   Keep two mac-10's when I'm rollin', one in the changer   One when I push the button's right next to the cup holder      Dog, we can get this shit over, I got ten on The Game   Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain   Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim   Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains      And the corner's real good with that pickup   A1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up   'Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time   Put you niggaz next to each other, how I do 'em in line      Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick   Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?   I'm the type to pack a gat or few   Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you      Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick   Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?   I'm the type to pack a gat or few   Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you      Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home   If beef cook, then I'm bringin' the chrome   If I die then I'm leavin' a clone but if I live   Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig      When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big   When I'm rhymin' on the road, I listen to Jig   Bump Nas off that purple, sittin' on the block   And when I'm loadin' up them clips, I listen to 'Pac      A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns   Than F A B O L O U S got jerseys   And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick   Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey      And ain't nuthin' to do a drive by in the hood   We ain't even got survival but I'ma still take that ride   Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it   Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it      Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick   Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?   I'm the type to pack a gat or few   Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you      Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick   Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?   I'm the type to pack a gat or few   Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you