Boldy James, Real Bad Man - Killing Nothing lyrics

Let me see that light
There, there they go right there
Who, who? Dawg in the black hoodie?
Slow down, pull on my side
It's the Real Bad Man it's the Mafia, speed
Game time, Blockworks conCreatures, 227
Where we at with it? Uh, uh, let's get it

Always been the black sheep
Grew up the oddball
Thuggin' on them backstreets 'til the
Day that my God call
Lil' Sean Paul, ridin' dirty up 85
In twin Challies
Just a friendly game of dodgeball
I'm the one killed your older brother
I'm who shot dawg and if I didn't
I'm the one who sent niggas to rob y'all
(I'm him)
For thеm grit's of the shine and that top dog
I nevеr dropped no nigga name
Or made a cop call
Had to drop my nuts just to
Let 'em know I got balls (Cajones)
He dropped the ball
Looking at me like it's my fault (Haha)
Count all my pockets
I wanna know what's in my vault
I let him see too much
Don't know what the fuck that I thought
(What was I thinking?)
Might have to whack him just in
Case the nigga might talk (Getting dropped)
'Cause all these niggas, after I tax 'em
It's just a write-off
Really getting to the money
Don't get your life bought
Done tipped this bitch three hundred and told
Her to take the night off (What else?)

Sticks getting loaded
Bullets getting wiped off (Clips)
Make a right, slow down, cut the lights off
Pull over right here and
Leave the engine running
Niggas ain't letting nothing die
And ain't killing nothing
Sticks getting loaded
Bullets getting wiped off (Clips)
Make a right, slow down, cut the lights off
I'm tired of ribbing in your scalp
Don't make me click the button
Niggas ain't letting nothing die
And ain't killing nothing (At all, nothing)
Killing nothing killing nothing (Nothing)
Niggas ain't letting nothing die
And ain't killing nothing

It's so much I wanna say with so little time
(Patience) only so much I'm willing to pay
Fundamental grind
Been had a plug since a youngin
With a brick of shine (Ayy)
Having them drugs with this gun is
What's gon' give me time (Blocks)
Live by the gun, die by the same fate
I'll never catch him with the money and
The bag in the same place (Nope)
Crelly got parole
Then indicted on the same day
He went to trial with the feds
Put on his game face
Can't shake a bag with them
Peepers on your ass (Uh, uh)
Running up in grandma crib tryna
Peep what's in your stash (Gaga)
Cheap as taking on them slabs from
My Ricans and my 'Rabs
Got these niggas in my city
Streets policing with no badge
Can't trust a soul
Got me reaching for my mag
Drug Zone Seven, Six, PA
Fenkell to the Crash
Shoot it 'til it overheat
Catch a fever when I flash
Ride with it on my lap, ain't
Gotta beat you to the stash, nigga
(Nah)

Sticks getting loaded
Bullets getting wiped off (Clips)
Make a right, slow down, cut the lights off
Pull over right here and
Leave the engine running
Niggas ain't letting nothing die
And ain't killing nothing
Sticks getting loaded
Bullets getting wiped off (Clips)
Make a right, slow down, cut the lights off
I'm tired of ribbing in your scalp
Don't make me click the button
Niggas ain't letting nothing die
And ain't killing nothing (At all, nothing)
Killing nothing killing nothing (Nothing)
Niggas ain't letting nothing die
And ain't killing nothing