Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Real Gs Don't Brag , by - Mr. Shadow. Release date: 31.07.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Real Gs Don't Brag |
| It be the Shadow standing right beside you |
| About to strike you, run but I’ma find you |
| Ain’t no place to hide motherfucker right behind you |
| Highly elevated off the canibus |
| Can you handle this attack from this fucking vandalist |
| Assassination on the nation |
| Universal warfare, global termination |
| Destination, to the top without stopping |
| It’s still San Diego, Southern Cali till I’m in a coffin |
| Amici Park’n to the death, fool remember me |
| It’s Mr. Shadow, Beyond Entertainment family |
| Gravity always floating, gangster strolling |
| Pistol holding, dishonest bitches claiming that they know me |
| I’m only twenty with plenty to spend, now get the picture |
| I got a twenty three Glock with hollow shots that’ll get ya |
| A forty caliber causing major disaster |
| Never bring a snitch to my hood or I’ma blast them |
| Bring them to the shadows of pain, severe trauma |
| I’ma, trigger happy motherfucker cuz I wanna |
| I love drama, so fuck whatever you feel |
| I roll with twenty motherfuckers that are ready to kill |
| You guppy |
| A lot of motherfuckers pretent to be G’s |
| But they’re bitches and they got worldwide enemies |
| Real gangstas don’t brag, we stack chips |
| Make hits and pull licks, smoke sticks and fight pits |
| I declare war, put your white flags away |
| Bitch made hoes get abused everyday |
| 380 back up coming at you |
| Full moon shining, you know I’m gonna blast you |
| I’m creeping, seeking for a problem to cause |
| Always higher than the motherfucker breaking the law |
| Homey fuck what you’re going through |
| I bang with nothing but fools with penitentary backrounds and tattooes |
| I use higher amounts of marijuana everyday |
| Give me a bong and bottle, I love that bombay |
| Crime pays on this motherfucking planet |
| Scitsofrantic, quick to let you sons of bitches have it |
| I bring static like an army, you couldn’t harm me |
| You motherfuckers gotta kill me to disarm me |
| Watch me invade these sons of hoodrats with a snub nose |
| Dump on these assholes, violating them punk hoes |
| Skunk cloats fumigating rookies like roaches |
| Got Sombra posted up incase a rival approaches |
| I hold this title till my last day comes |
| And even after death I’ll take a breath through my son punk |