Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mobb Deep
Performer
Lil Jon
Performer
Rob McDowell
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Composer
Kejuan Muchita
Composer
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mobb Deep
Recording Engineer
Lil Jon
Producer
Steve Sola
Mixing Engineer
Mike Berman
Assistant Engineer
Ray Seay
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This some that real gangsta motherfuckin' shit ****
For all the real **** out there, you know what I'm talkin' about
Like my motherfuckin' east coast ****
My motherfuckin' dirty south ****
And my motherfuckin' west coast ****
Let's go
[Verse 2]
Some people run, but gangstaz
Don't know my hammer stay cocked
If you leave you crippled
Some people run, but gangstaz
Don't know my hammer stay cocked
If you leave you crippled
[Verse 3]
And I don't know the deal why we up in here
Burn that mob, put it up in the air
Ma got a fatty so I'm up in the air
These clowns wanna grill, I got the clique right there
Now you could get your ass drug around up in here
You know I know promoted the pounds in here
And this my heart, you outta town out here
Slow it down, pump the breaks
Get found out there
I'll push that mellow
What the fuck's that smellin'?
Thugs not thugs no more
They tellin'
You did that time but you not that felon
****, kill the noise, your hammer not yellin'
You're infrared, now beamin'
Y'all not eatin' while your neck not gleamin'
You don't give a fuck but for any old reason
Just for the fun how your bitch ass leakin'
[Verse 4]
Some people run, but gangstaz
Don't know my hammer stay cocked
If you leave you crippled
Some people run, but gangstaz
Don't know my hammer stay cocked
If you leave you crippled
[Verse 5]
All I want is your money and gotta keep it from sloppy hoes
My calendar's so booked, I ain't got time
Yo, give me the cash
Keep them beat up checks
My bank down
Gotta stay dead
You know everyday I stay with
The ladies guns
Keep those burn out bells to blaze you up
Everyday we play with
The latest trucks
Work that tip
Chronic on the porch well
Don't give, rat-tat-tat it up
It be a bad look
You wettin' your pants when bullets hit
Mash up
Drop your gun and all that
You mad puss
Thirty four shell cases fall in one push
Give babies and bat it up
Yellow chains snap
Still takin' on
Fuck it, let the team have it
Be droppin' your drinks
Trippin' on things, scramblin'
If you KO's and guns ring at 'em
[Verse 6]
Some people run, but gangstaz
Don't know my hammer stay cocked
If you leave you crippled
Some people run, but gangstaz
Don't know my hammer stay cocked
If you leave you crippled
[Verse 7]
Aight it's about to get real ugly in this motherfuckin' club
I need to see about them real gangsta **** and bitches
On the dance floor
We gon' crank this motherfucker up
We need to see y'all motherfucker doin' this shit
Doin' what?
[Verse 8]
Hey, put your middle finger up, motherfucker
Put your middle finger up, motherfucker
Put your middle finger up, motherfucker
Put your middle finger up, motherfucker
Let me hear you say
Put your middle finger up
Fuck you, ****
Put your middle finger up
Fuck you, ****
Put your middle finger up
Fuck you, bitch
Put your middle finger up
Fuck you, bitch
[Verse 9]
Some people run, but gangstaz
Don't know my hammer stay cocked
If you leave you crippled
Some people run, but gangstaz
Don't know my hammer stay cocked
If you leave you crippled
Written by: Albert Johnson, Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith, Kejuan Muchita