Boldy James, The Cool Kids - REAL KILLAZ lyrics
[Boldy James, The Cool Kids - REAL KILLAZ lyrics]
Yeah real
Real, real, real real, real
Yeah i'ma tell y'all 'bout 'em
I knew a killer named Pluggo
Kept a smile on his face
Thumped the bouncer in the lobby waiting
In line at the Ace
I knew a killer named Noonie
A goonie with them H blocks
He used to like to fuck on tape
Then make his date watch
I knew a killer named Keith
Came from the villas as a shorty
Usеd to give us fifty dollars every Christmas
Snookеrs was a killer
We had Spanish together
Them dark circles around 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 of 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 a 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, will spill you
But his heart was way bigger
Ironic, nicest niggas I knew was real killers
Aha, real killers yeah, ah ah, real killers
Yeah, uh huh, real killers
Got love for real, real, real, real
Real killers real killers
Big T, he was a killer, a Caribbean nigga
He cook the fuck outta 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 okie on the highway
Played a lil' Hall and Oates
And then some Sade
My cousin Cortez still up in the feds
He could dance like Bobby 'til
Them Latin Kings shot him
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 LK's
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 aha, real killers
Yeah, ah ah, real killers
Yeah, uh huh, real killers
Got love for real, real, real, real
Real killers real killers
Knew a killer named Robby
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 him slayed and she still made
Him pay for the funeral
Knew a killer named Reddy
Came home from a triple
Touching soon, he been gone for a nickel
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
Francois 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 him, turnt off
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
Will do you the scurviest real killers
Real, real, real real, real
Yeah i'ma tell y'all 'bout 'em
I knew a killer named Pluggo
Kept a smile on his face
Thumped the bouncer in the lobby waiting
In line at the Ace
I knew a killer named Noonie
A goonie with them H blocks
He used to like to fuck on tape
Then make his date watch
I knew a killer named Keith
Came from the villas as a shorty
Usеd to give us fifty dollars every Christmas
Snookеrs was a killer
We had Spanish together
Them dark circles around 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 of 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 a 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, will spill you
But his heart was way bigger
Ironic, nicest niggas I knew was real killers
Aha, real killers yeah, ah ah, real killers
Yeah, uh huh, real killers
Got love for real, real, real, real
Real killers real killers
Big T, he was a killer, a Caribbean nigga
He cook the fuck outta 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 okie on the highway
Played a lil' Hall and Oates
And then some Sade
My cousin Cortez still up in the feds
He could dance like Bobby 'til
Them Latin Kings shot him
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 LK's
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 aha, real killers
Yeah, ah ah, real killers
Yeah, uh huh, real killers
Got love for real, real, real, real
Real killers real killers
Knew a killer named Robby
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 him slayed and she still made
Him pay for the funeral
Knew a killer named Reddy
Came home from a triple
Touching soon, he been gone for a nickel
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
Francois 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 him, turnt off
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
Will do you the scurviest real killers