Gangsta Blac Gettin' Real Buck Lyrics

Can It Be Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Up and Comin's
  • 2 I'm Blowin Up
  • 3 Powder
  • 4 Gettin' Real Buck
  • 5 Ain't No Love
  • 6 Down Wit S.P.V.
  • 7 My Click So Thick
  • 8 A Couple of Jackers
  • 9 V-Dog and Da Gangsta (feat. V-Dog)
  • 10 Where I Dwell (feat. DJ Paul & Juicy J)
  • 11 Da Connect
  • 12 Don't Trust Em
  • 13 Ain't No Thang (radio edit)
  • 14 Wanna Guess (radio edit)
  • 15 Can It Be
  • 16 Critical
  • 17 Tire Shop (feat. DJ Paul)
  • 18 Life's a Bitch (feat. Cool B)
  • 19 Crank Dis Bitch Up
  • 20 Blaze Up Anotha One (feat. Cool B)
  • 21 Up and Comin's, Part 2
  • 22 Funky Town
  • [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, cuz 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]

    Artists A to Z: