The Game - Real Ni**as Stand Up

"Real Niggas Stand Up" Real niggas stand up, hold they dick Bitch niggas 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 niggas stand up, hold they dick Bitch niggas 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 niggas see me when I'm come through and ain't no denyin' That them big motherfuckers is twenty five Swayin' in and out of white line, six double 0 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 Any 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 nuttin' 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 niggas stand up, hold they dick Bitch niggas 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 niggas stand up, hold they dick Bitch niggas 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 Chucks, 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 niggas 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 cupholder 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 coroner's real good with the pickup A1 good with the carpet cleanin', they can get the rest of that shit up 'Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time Put you niggas next to each other how I do 'em in line Real niggas stand up, hold they dick Bitch niggas 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 niggas stand up, hold they dick Bitch niggas 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 nuttin' 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