Boldy James, Real Bad Man - Hundred Ninety Bands lyrics

Where we at? Bo Jack, let's get it

I been in the streets so long
My name carved in the pavement
But all my peoples dead and gone
So pardon my behavior
Click your bitch screen with the remote
Ain't targeting no strangers
Start sipping lean and smoking dope
Was harnessing my anger
So when they sleep, I'm wide awoke
Was hard for me to shake it
I ride with Didi right or wrong
Regardless what we facing
"Can't let these niggas do
Me, Bo", the heart, it couldn't take it
I rеad a statement that he wrotе
Was hard for me to face it
Keep the money close
Never too far for me to chase it
Did some things that tainted my soul
That part of me is sacred
I feel like Sylvester Stallone
Arguing with Adrian fifth of anejo Patron
Been partying with Satan
Say I'm controlling
That's part of my narcissistic nature
Left a half a brick in the Rover
Parked amongst the highway
You catch how your hold
From the tar when we bleed the pavement
Stick at your dome
I feel like the archer when I'm aiming

Uh, pull out the red carpet at the banquet
We pulled off in the 'Rari
Pulled back up in the Vanquish
Know they don't comprehend
It's hard to speak my slanguage
Left my passport in Japan
They carded me in Vegas
A hundred ninety bands
We armed and we dangerous
I put my own work in
They chargin' me for maintenance
So pay the service fee
Or get murdered for free
But keep that between us
You ain't heard it from me
You ain't heard it from me

In my hood
We ain't Cripping but we rep the letter C
Used to ante up and chip in on the seven
Me and B
Lost Gigi last week, I just seen him at the G
RIP my nigga E-Boy, he came to me in a dream
Told me him and Swalley cool and
Smiling down on me from Heaven
Then I lost my nigga Newt
At his funeral recession
Thought about my nigga Nixie, Troy
D-Boy and Roxie
RIP my nigga Craig, E-Lo, Tino and Moxie
Lil' Desi and Whooly caught up
With Jeffery back in Cooley
Put his brother in a blender
Turn that boy into a smoothie
Lil bro, you know I miss you
Shit ain't been the same without you
Since you left us, we been
Gripping on the gang, you know I got you
Lil Jean, tell Eric holla at my nigga Dell
Long live my nigga Krill
They found him hanging in his cell
Tell Stevie, Slick
And Tez fuck is we gon' do without 'em?
Only place for us is at the top
'cause we came out the bottom
Used to be with Freddie B and Jacquo
They caught up with his mans
Knock the meat out of his taco
That's how you take a stand
Peace my nigga Will from the Ward
My nigga E from the Ville
Chilly from Shasberry
Can't forget Screech and LaVelle
AKA Vido Payne, I miss Sharday and Shorty
They took my nigga James out the
Game 'fore it even started
RIP to Mr waters, shout out to Mr bostic
My nigga Sneaky held it down
Wasn't really with the gossip gang shit

Pull out the red carpet at the banquet
We pulled off in the 'Rari
Pulled back up in the Vanquish
Know they don't comprehend
It's hard to speak my slanguage
Left my passport in Japan
They carded me in Vegas
A hundred ninety bands
We armed and we dangerous
I put my own work in
They chargin' me for maintenance
So pay the service fee
Or get murdered for free
But keep that between us you
Ain't heard it from me
You ain't heard it from me