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letra de real gangsta - boosie badazz

[intro]
bad-ss 3.5 all the way live
real gangsta
this that 3.5
always down to wet one, send ya
step, son
hus-
hu-

[chorus]
hustle with the best of ’em, shot at all the rest of ’em
boosie bad-ss, real gangsta (real gangsta)
always down to wet one, send your son to step one
wayne p, real gangsta (real gangsta)
hustle with the best of ’em, shot at all the rest of ’em
yahoo, real gangsta (real gangsta)
always down to wet one, send your son to step one
these hoes love it, real gangsta (real gangsta)

[verse 1]
i know a n-gg- named tulu out the park, never talked
took his leg, suck my d-ck, in my book he’s a g
rest in piece to walter t, he threw his foes and talked to me
never thought i’d see his blood up in the street, walt a g
and capon, that was my dawg, he put me in it, he f-cked with boosie
fresh out angola (yeah) with that pack and i showed him i could move it
free v. lucas, my gangsta, hope your sentence done changed
this for my n-gg- lil ivory, they’ll k!ll ya just ’cause ya famous
i gotta give respect to my boy to the death of ours
she told the boy he goin’ hard, that n-gg- d-ck get hard
n-gg- took my boy, that was my boy, so he blessed the yard
tell me, what else you expected from me? i’m a gangsta

[chorus]
hustle with the best of ’em, shot at all the rest of ’em
j. prince, real gangsta (real gangsta)
always down to wet one, send your son to step one
k!lla h, real gangsta (real gangsta)
hustle with the best of ’em, shot at all the rest of ’em
southwest p, real gangsta (real gangsta)
always down to wet one, send your son to step one
these hoes love it, real gangsta (real gangsta)

[verse 2]
i was a juvie in baton rouge, i had to let it go (let it go)
makin’ moves, kickin’ up dust with my nephew low (get low)
i used to cook c-ke with little p and little daddy o
i used to f-ck with silky slim ’til he did that p-ssy sh-t on the radio
let’s talk some real sh-t, those i kept it real with
n-gg-s ain’t gon’ hype me sh-t when i was sellin’ my kicks
my bad, can’t forget dig ’em, f-ck your habit, you a g
‘fore you flooded your own nephew, you came cross the trap to me
and that was cradle to the grave sh-t, yay-yay
and that was busta and some flav sh-t (i miss coo), yay-yay
yay-yay, real gs, we ain’t trustin’ nothin’ (trustin’ nothin’)
i was sellin’ dope, couldn’t even trust my cousin

[chorus]
hustle with the best of ’em, shot at all the rest of ’em
black trell, real gangsta (real gangsta)
always down to wet one, send your son to step one
craig game, real gangsta (real gangsta)
hustle with the best of ’em, shot at all the rest of ’em
lil’ bleek, real gangsta (real gangsta)
always down to wet one, send your son to step one
my n-gg- ghost, real gangsta (real gangsta)

[outro]
d-pitch
he died with his mask on (real gangsta)
lil’ ton
died gettin’ his smash on (real gangsta)
soulja slim
he died in front his mom’s home (real gangsta)
but through my music that n-gg- lives on (that’s real gangsta)
that big slim was a gangsta

- boosie badazz

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