Real Type Gangsta

[Kid talking to (Mac)]

Hey what's up (Hey what's up with you lil' homie)

Nothing, hey ain't chu' that rapper nigga (Yeah, hey what's happening)

(What they call you) J, where your bodyguards at

(I don't run with no bodyguards lil' homie)

Oh, cause every time Dre and Snoop come to the hood

They got more police than the President (Ha, ha alright I'm feeling you)

(You's a cool lil' nigga) EASTSIDE!

[Mac Shawn]

I mean, I don't know what they think

Y'all gon' bite Mac Shawn game and ride with it

Nah, nah, nah, nah homie

So quick, to my real nephews

Cause uh, we gangsterous, we gangsterous

We gangsterour, we gangsterous

Yeah the real gangstas

[Verse 1]

I done did it all

Standin' here in these forty draws

Double X around my chest and neck

Six foot, two-forty of that good, raw dog

It's that big boss game, what chu' reap, what chu' sow

So automatic, on the gash when I smash on a nigga

My niggas done bumped me up

Sittin' low in the cut and I'm out so tough

It's the bank, back claimin' everything

That nigga Snoop, tryin' to talk like Mac Shawn man

See they always spittin' my game but never mention my name

Sit boy, down boy, don't bite me

Please believe when I tell you this

Y'all rappin' J gats can't cross like me

Always sayin' nephew, hollerin' oh boy

Check this Dogg, I'm the real McCoy

I'm gonna seek and destroy you cats, ain't original

You just like a fool now, oh yeah

[Hook]

I'm nothin' but a gangsta

Livin' major

Hit me on my pager

A real playa

Jump down on some and run hoes like you

That's what we do

I'm nothin' but a gangsta

Livin' major

[Verse 2]

As I ride and blow on some good doe doe

Turn Rap City, get me another video

That's another man down today

Now bump me, what's the charge on this sucker, the charge can't stop us

Stop poppin' ya collar, claimin' you's is G's

You ain't never pushed nothin' but piano keys

Read between the fine lines, Mac Shawn's a G

And the hard head beat, we bump it on the street

My nigga Sonny B. makes it all complete

We servin' this rap like we serve the D

Showin' up so deep at The Source Awards

Next thing ya know baby it's the Billboard

We like WHOA!, where y'all go

We got the flow dope, and the backdoor jab for sho'

I mean nephew, uh what

We wanted to holla at y'all but y'all ran outta here so quick

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

What y'all gonna do

When me and my nephews come for you

Check game, ya game, see we do what we do

Drop down on suckers and run the game so smooth

Take first class flights to Catalina, Cancun

See we back in effect the parts of world we rule

Oh boy, it's real big how we do

Benzs, Rolls, Beamers, jets

And diamonds bling, bling glistenin'

It's a Bay to L.A. California thang

And Deathrow, we ain't trippin'

I mean ya know, yeah

Always spittin' my game but never mention my name

Ya know

[Hook]