REAL KILLAZ (feat. Boldy James)

Yeah, for real
For real, for real, for real
For real, for real
Yeah, I'ma tell y'all about 'em

I knew a killer named Pluggo, kept a smile on his face

Stomped a bouncer in the lobby waiting in line at the Ace
I knew a killer named Nuni, a goonie with them H blocks
He used to like to fuck on tape to make his date watch
I knew a killer named Keith, came from the Villages
His shorty used to give us fifty dollars every Christmas

Snuckers was a killer, we had Spanish together
Them dark circles 'round his eyes said he worked for the Devil
I used to make him laugh when I got kicked out of class
The first nigga to rob a plug for a brick and some cash
I knew a killer named Bruno, my first time in the D
He made sure I was good, he treat me like family
I picked him up in his hood, he threw the blick behind the tree

Then he hopped in the whip, I said, "You good without the heat?"
That particular pistol got bunch of bodies in the street
And if they pull us over, I don't want no problems 'cause of me
Real nigga, would spill you, but his heart was way bigger
Ironic, nicest niggas I knew was real killers

Uh-huh, real killers
Yeah, ah-ah, real killers
Yeah, uh-huh, real killers
Got love for real, real, real, real, real killers
Yeah, real killers

Shake T, he was a killer, a Caribbean nigga, he cook the
Fuck out a jerk snapper, grill it and smoke it
His brother Phillip was a killer too, he drove the Sprinter
Down to Texas on that South by Southwest shit
We was lit, big bags of oaky on the highway

Played a little Hall & Oates and then some Sade
My cousin Cortez still up in the feds, he could dance
Like Bobby to them Latin Kings, shawty, always kept a
Cutlass and a big-ass smile, always nice to the shorties
Whenever we came around, and then I heard stories
'Bout when he was at war with them same LKs
He would dress like a homeless and push a grocery cart with
Guns at the bottom of it and go into they territory

Boy, you gotta love it, but he was funny as a
Motherfucker out in public, I'll write a movie 'bout this nigga
If I got a budget

Yup, yup, real killers
Got love for real, real
Uh-huh, real killers
Yeah, ah-ah, real killers
Yeah, uh-huh, real killers
Got love for real

Knew a killer named Robbie, never fucked with the help
He had about ten, twenty bodies under his belt
Killed the plug, took his wife, old lady was beautiful
Got 'em slayed and she still made him pay for the funeral
Knew a killer named Red, he came home from a triple

Lord did he touch it soon, he been gone for a nickel
Knew a killer named Frankie, he was nice with the pill
Never had a CPL, just a license to kill

Well-mannered, might not look like the type, but he will
Caught his first framework with François and Khalil
Got his revenge, but shit don't look as nice as it feel
Was on the run in the Chi' with Sir Mike and Tennille
Got behind and turned dark, made a right at the yield
Tryna avoid me catching my third strike in the field
Growing up in Detroit, most of us grew to be murderers
Nicest niggas that I ever knew'll do you the scurviest

Real killers
What else?