This some of that real gangsta motherfuckin' shit nigga   (Yeah)   Yeah, for all the real niggaz out there   (Yeah)   You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?   (What)      Like my motherfuckin' East Coast niggaz   (What)   My motherfuckin' Dirty South niggaz   (What)   And my motherfuckin' West Coast niggaz   (What)   Let's go      Some, people run   (Yeah)   But, gangstas don't   (Yeah)   Know my hammer stay cocked   (Yeah)   If you, leave you crippled   (Hey)      Some, people run   (Yeah)   But, gangstas don't   (Yeah)   Know my hammer stay cocked   (Yeah)   If you, leave you crippled   (Hey)      Now y'all know the deal why we up in here   Burn that ma, put it up in the air   (C'mon)   Ma got a phattie so I'm up in her ear   'Cause these clowns wanna grill, I got the clique right there      Now you could get your ass drug around up in here   You know I know the promoter, the pound's in here   And these my parts, you outta town out here   Slow it down, pump the brakes, get found out there      I'm push that melon, what the fuck's that smellin'?   (Pussy)   Thugs not thugs no more, they tellin'   (Yeah)   You did that time, but you not that felon   Nigga kill the noise, your hammer not yellin'      You're infrared not beamin'   (Nope)   Y'all not eatin' while your neck not gleamin'   We don't give a fuck, flip for any ol' reason   Just for the fun have your bitch ass leakin'   Okay      Some, people run   (Yeah)   But, gangstas don't   (Yeah)   Know my hammer stay cocked   (Yeah)   If you, leave you crippled   (Hey)      Some, people run   (Yeah)   But, gangstas don't   (Yeah)   (Y'all niggaz ain't gangsta)   Know my hammer stay cocked   (Yeah)   (Aiyyo Prodigy, tell 'em what's up)   If you, leave you crippled   (Hey)      Yeah, all I want is the money and y'all can keep them sloppy hoes   My calender's shows booked, I ain't got time yo   Gimme the cash, keep them beat up chicks   My bank bounce gotta stay thick      You know e'ry day I stay with, the latest guns   Keep those under our belts to blaze you up   E'ry day we play with, the latest trucks   Work that tip chronic on the porch well      Don't get rat-a-tat tatted up, it be a bad look   Be wettin' your pants when bullets hit, mad shook   Droppin' your gun and all that, you mad puss   34 shell cases fall in one push      You get beaten and battered up, y'all little chain snapped   We still takin' 'em, fuck it let the team have it   Be droppin' your drinks, trippin' on things scramblin'   It be chaos when guns ring at him   Okay      Some, people run   (Yeah)   But, gangstas don't   (Yeah)   Know my hammer stay cocked   (Yeah)   If, you, leave you crippled   (Hey)      Some, people run   (Yeah)   But, gangstas don't   (Yeah)   Know my hammer stay cocked   (Yeah)   If, you, leave you crippled   (Hey)      Aight it's 'bout to get real ugly in this motherfuckin' club   What, what   I need to see nothin'   (Hey)   But the real gangsta niggaz and bitches on the dance flo'   (Hey)      Yeah, we gon' crank this motherfucker up   Let's crank this bitch up   We need to see all y'all motherfuckers doin' this shit   (What)   Doin' what?      Hey, put your middle finger up, motherfucker, motherfucker   Put your middle finger up, motherfucker, motherfucker   Put your middle finger up, motherfucker, motherfucker   Put your middle finger up, motherfucker, motherfucker      Let me hear you say put your middle finger up, fuck you nigga   Put your middle finger up, fuck you nigga   Put your middle finger up, fuck you bitch   Put your middle finger up, fuck you bitch      Some, people run   (Yeah)   But, gangstas don't   (Yeah)   Know my hammer stay cocked   (Yeah)   If, you, leave you crippled   (Hey)      Some, people run   (Yeah)   But, gangstas don't   (Yeah)   Know my hammer stay cocked   (Yeah)   If, you, leave you crippled   (Hey)