Gang Bang 4 Real lyrics

Artist  : Eastsidaz 
Song : Gang Bang 4 Real



 Send "Gang Bang 4 Real" Ringtone to your Cell 

 feat. Bad Azz
Yeah, (yea yea) uhh, yeah
Fred Wreck in this motherf**ker
Yeah Tha Eastsidaz
Back once again to drop that Crip Hop shit

[Chorus - Tray Deee]
We gets payed to steal, gang bang for real
Slang thangs at will, known to blaze the steel
Niggas ain't for real, cats who claim to peel
Say you game to kill, but I don't think you will

[Tray Deee]
Little Goldie Loc, these niggas hoes to me
Lemme tell these motherf**kers how it's 'sposed
to be
See crime merrily and better see ya rep to death
Squeeze ya enemies until they can't catch they
breath
Don't sleep, tote heat, seven days a week
Whether to work or to church, snow, rain, or
sleet
And don't bang with weak - motherf**kers who
ain't wit it
Ain't no snitchin, take the deal and get
convicted, stay commited
This mission is a vision to control the globe
Leavin scents where we step back and hold our own
Hold that zone, it won't be long, we keep it
pushin
Livin on the edge and ain't lookin for no cushion
It's all in the hardcore game of death
Cuz you can't change ya steps, once you have
claimed the set
Ain't no tattoo removal, fool, bang ya block
Or you could shake the spot, cuz now your face is
hot
All that goin outta town, tryin to set up shop
And you ain't win up nothin buster, better check
yo' props
Keep the sag hangin, rag swangin, gangsta walk
Leave opponents hood smokin, with the tape the
chalk
Young homies to the G's stay swollen with cheese
Insane to the brain, rollin twenty's on D's
Throwin C's up, ease up, or get rubbed out
Cuz my whole squad hot and we stay thugged out

[Chorus - Tray Deee]

[Goldie Loc]
Tray Deee, O.G., these niggas holdin me
Lemme show these motherf**kers how it's sposed to
be
Mama, they got me in the shell again
But this time I think I'm headed for the state
pen
I got too many problems, and I sure don't need
'em
As I fall to my knees and I begs for my freedom
Listen for my name, so I can get chain
I'm headed for court but this time I feel strange
With my eyes on the gate, with handcuffs on my
wrist
I'm tryna find a way out, to hoppin the fence
5 o'clock, they might shock, to leave these
shackles on my feet
I feel the heat it's gettin deep, both eyes open
when I'm asleep
The big situation got me stuck in a drought
 
I've been squabblin everyday so my time didn't
count
The major deal is that my brother told me, 'Take
no shit'
Cuz I might end up gettin out and comin home real
quick
The plan for the lick was to do it overseas
Come back to the L.B., spendin 24 G's
Now you know me - straight up to no good
Little nappy head nigga always bellin through the
hood
I kept my strap on my lap, and steadied the clip
on the seat
All eyes on me, when your f**kin with a G
I was dedicated to seein the gangsta cuz
I keep my head on straight, with my brain on buzz

[Chorus - Snoop Dogg]

[Snoop Dogg]
Ay B-A-D (whattup) These niggas hoes to me
Lemme show you motherf**kers how it's 'sposed to
be
Keep a, bag of money with the grocery
And when I'm on the move I groove with the
fo'fifth heat

[Bad Azz]
Check it out Eastsida, these niggas hoes to me
Now lemme show you motherf**kers how it's 'sposed
to be
I'm just a Eastside, low-life nigga to death
We gone ride in any car, show with niggas the
best
Peep the nigga that test, you shoulda put on ya
vest
You shoulda, covered ya wig, 'fore I hitcha with
this
It ain't no motherf**kin give back, when knees is
crackin
If it ain't a gun war, we finna use 'em for
jackin
And it's money 'round here, it's just hard to see
it
And when you spot it, don't be so f**kin sure
that you got it
You make it happen or not - you still grindin on
the spot
You gotta give it what you got, still livin how
it pop
It's a do-it-all-day type of thang, make it
crack-a-lak
f**k a jail cell, I'm on the beach in a Cadillac
Fleetwood, seven deuce nigga with the rag back
Bangin ol' deez like a cold O.G.
Used to smoke wet 'til my day looked black
Used to pack techs 'til my pay looked fat
I have bit*hes transport them llello packs
Still the sam ol' nigga, I just slang dope raps
Hate, I feel like 'so what', smash and get my
dough up
You know what, point some heat at'cha when ya
show up

[Snoop Dogg]
So niggas don't be runnin up up on the B-A-D
Cuz he be packin heat, and this is D-P-G-C
Uh-huh, it's off the hizzy
For real, beat by Fred Wrizzy
Makin them niggas get dizzy
For real {*echo*}
Gangsta shit, lemme get some girl
Yea this sh*t to gangsta for the motherf**kin
streets
Eastsida, be-atch!