Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real MF's, artist - Royal T
Date of issue: 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 |