Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Real MF's , by - Royal TRelease date: 09.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Real MF's |
| Yeah |
| What’s happening |
| It’s your motherfucking boy |
| Low Profizile here every dizay |
| Straight up Bout to get with some of these bitch ass niggas out here |
| Check shit out, so check shit out |
| You thought I was gone, but no I’m back again |
| Big June nigga, all up inside your motherfucking shit hole with a mack 10 |
| Cheeks all up on my fucking barrel, I know you’re scared |
| All possing like a manequin, not moving like a scarecrow |
| Yeah, mister buster, that’s what the fuck 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 fucking 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 ass nigga you be swanging like that |
| Banging like that, all I know is I wanna be hanging like that |
| But oh no, I like bitches and I know bitch made niggas |
| It’s Killafornia, so you better go back to where the fuck you from nigga |
| From the Eastside, to the Southeastside |
| Fool you can’t fuck with the real motherfuckers |
| From the Eastside, to the West Coast side |
| Fool you can’t fuck with fools worldwide |
| From the Eastside, to the Southeastside |
| Fool you can’t fuck with the real motherfuckers |
| From the Eastside, to the Southeastside |
| Real motherfuckers are down to ride |
| It’s the motherfucking Royal ready to go, duck |
| Giving a fuck about what you think, better believe you can get stuck |
| Yeah, I’m laying back in my '64 Chevy |
| Motherfuckers envy, acting like they met me So let me, set the motherfucker straight, trying to player hate |
| But you could never take the shit that I make |
| You ain’t the only motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers 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 bitch that you be Standing right behind you but you still can’t see the G I buck one to your motherfucking chest |
| Royal be the vato that layed em all to fucking 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 bitches |
| 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 shit 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 shit that wasn’t true about my homey |
| Only real motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers coming to shake me like a rattle |
| Cuz one mistake is all it takes |
| Is one shady motherfuck that’ll use his evil ways |
| Right away you gotta dismiss em, death when I come and kiss em So load up the fucking clip and make sure that you don’t miss em Remenicing what I say cuz everyday it is the same |
| There’s a bitch made bitch in every hood in every state |
| So I say fuck a friend, motherfuck having a dog |
| Trust nobody but yourself, follow me and trust in God |
| 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 |