Real Mf`s lyrics

Artist  : Royal T 
Song : Real Mf`s



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  feat. Big June, Mr. Shadow
[Big June]
Yeah
What's happening
It's your motherf**king boy
Low Profizile here every dizay
Straight up
Bout to get with some of these bit*h as* niggas
out here
Check sh*t out, so check sh*t out

[Big June]
You thought I was gone, but no I'm back again
Big June nigga, all up inside your motherf**king
sh*t hole with a mack 10
Cheeks all up on my f**king barrel, I know you're
scared
All possing like a manequin, not moving like a
scarecrow
Yeah, mister buster, that's what the f**k you is
All up inside my Goddamn bizz, just like little
kids
And first time I seen ya, eyes black like my
shirt
Steadly getting hurt, but talking about you
putting in work
Boy you better quit talking all of that shit
Your punk ass'll get lit f**king with my 380 clip
It's eight o'clock and I'm on another one of
those missions
Letting my nina sing like New Edition when I
catch em slipping
Be specific, J to the A-Y-O
Come to tussle, he'll be getting slung like Yayo
Now bow down, to this young original nigga that's
not landing
And I'm be high up in the sky and still leaving
you busters not standing
But Goddamnit, big as* nigga you be swanging like
that
Banging like that, all I know is I wanna be
hanging like that
But oh no, I like bit*hes and I know bit*h made
niggas
It's Killafornia, so you better go back to where
the f**k you from nigga

[Chorus]
From the Eastside, to the Southeastside
Fool you can't f**k with the real motherf**kers
From the Eastside, to the West Coast side
Fool you can't f**k with fools worldwide
From the Eastside, to the Southeastside
Fool you can't f**k with the real motherf**kers
From the Eastside, to the Southeastside
Real motherf**kers are down to ride

[Royal T]
It's the motherf**king Royal ready to go, duck
Giving a f**k about what you think, better
believe you can get stuck
Yeah, I'm laying back in my '64 Chevy
Motherf**kers envy, acting like they met me
So let me, set the motherf**ker straight, trying
to player hate
But you could never take the sh*t that I make
You ain't the only motherf**kers that can flip
while you're tripping
Watch your loaded gat and I'ma catch you slipping
I got my grip on the weapon
Yapping like a puta, let me see you do the
stepping
Now, to all of the motherf**kers who saying they
wanna battle
I be capping and making em run, here I come with
my double-barrel shotgun
 
Watch you run like the bit*h that you be
Standing right behind you but you still can't see
the G
I buck one to your motherf**king chest
Royal be the vato that layed em all to f**king
rest
It's the Southern Califas bandit
Leaving fools stranded with a semi-automatic
Goddamnit, see me in my four hitting switches
Killing all the static and dismissing all them
punk bit*hes

[Chorus]

[Mr. Shadow]
It's the Shadow coming to get you
Better believe that I won't forget you, let you
Be the one that be yapping, mothers are asking
how did it happen
Why did it have to be my son, the one that be
laying in the slum
I said your boy was talking sh*t and then the
puto tried to run
For one, the vato had no love in the 619
Lying about his life and how he did so many
crimes
Second of all he was nothing but a phony, didn't
know me
And he told me some much sh*t that wasn't true
about my homey
Only real motherf**kers will survive and never
die
Gotta sin to stay alive, everyday and everynight
Gotta be careful with these devils
Come up to me and you'll meet my barrels
Bunch of enemy motherf**kers coming to shake me
like a rattle
Cuz one mistake is all it takes
Is one shady motherf**k that'll use his evil ways
Right away you gotta dismiss em, death when I
come and kiss em
So load up the f**king clip and make sure that
you don't miss em
Remenicing what I say cuz everyday it is the same
There's a bit*h made bit*h in every hood in every
state
So I say f**k a friend, motherf**k having a dog
Trust nobody but yourself, follow me and trust in
God

[Chorus]

South to the North, Brown, represent the Trece
Cholos, chalitos, chutos, and eses
I'm ready, so spark up the mota
Much love to my clicka but no love for a solca

South to the North, Brown, represent the Trece
Cholos, chalitos, chutos, and eses
I'm ready, so spark up the mota
Much love to my clicka but no love for a solca

South to the North, Brown, represent the Trece
Cholos, chalitos, chutos, and eses
I'm ready, so spark up the mota
Much love to my clicka but no love for a solca

South to the North, Brown, represent the Trece
Cholos, chalitos, chutos, and eses
I'm ready, so spark up the mota
Much love to my clicka but no love for a solca