Patrick Antonian, Ghostface Killah - What Real Thugs Talk About lyrics
[Patrick Antonian, Ghostface Killah - What Real Thugs Talk About lyrics]
Double down with the fitness
About my business ugh
Some say it’s a sickness
It’s gettin vicious huh
When I think about riches focus my lense
And hit it over the fence
Someone call the forensics ugh
I’ll kill the witness plus making dollars and
True sense by writing a sentence
Bro Vocab chemist roll out benses
Murder a mic live ugh
Perform throw down senseless ho
Blow out engines ugh
The top gun smoking weed till
The cops come and
Still get a lot donе it’s Pat
Pretty Tony that’s a hot one
Mack tens with rigatoni shеlls and a shot gun
A true real one, you are not one
I eat a tunaroll chillin atcha funeral
With the blood still stuck under my cuticles
You a backseat athlete i’m Kobe with shot
Metaphorically pack heat it’s that deep
When the party goes down, Ima Air It out
If your man try to flex Ima wear him out
If your bitch give me the ass
Ima wear her out
This is real shit, real thugs talk about
Yo I shine like oily skin
If you ever front on the God
Im going straight for the limbs
Like bean and them to to R kim
Loose your kufi
Your man will wheel you around with no limbs
Knocking out Doctors in the ER
My man came in the line fucking with
You and Soldier in C yard
Word life, jail house, Rubber grip ice pics
You know the fat candy canes
The bangers is that thick
So pass the stick smoke in the
Air she was a bad bitch
But ended up being a catfish
Love at first sight for the
Clothing at Saks fifth established
Said she prayed but acted sac-religious
Only after the riches can't trust
Half of these bitches if not a hundred I’m
Still pimping on something
With a thick one vanilla
Sintrinelle smokin joints w white Zinfandel
Like a kingpin that got bricks for sale
When the party goes down, Ima Air It out
If your man try to flex Ima wear him out
If your bitch give me the ass
Ima wear her out
This is real shit, real thugs talk about
The rocks in my watch
Every year I change the stones
Around the same time when
They change the phones
Big collar furs, spitting out Asty
Twin Bugattis that names April and Ashanty
Swiss accounts police paid
Guarding the cribbo
Everything liquid the feds think
We're dead broke
Where they houses at? where they cars at
They can't link us to the
Fountain thats pouring cash
Naw, if I could slow the speed of time down
Bullets will float through mid air
Hit the ground i make the killers run
The other way in wise town
There for wise to still be
Alive to blow it down
Air it out wear Them out
This is real shit real thugs talk about
About my business ugh
Some say it’s a sickness
It’s gettin vicious huh
When I think about riches focus my lense
And hit it over the fence
Someone call the forensics ugh
I’ll kill the witness plus making dollars and
True sense by writing a sentence
Bro Vocab chemist roll out benses
Murder a mic live ugh
Perform throw down senseless ho
Blow out engines ugh
The top gun smoking weed till
The cops come and
Still get a lot donе it’s Pat
Pretty Tony that’s a hot one
Mack tens with rigatoni shеlls and a shot gun
A true real one, you are not one
I eat a tunaroll chillin atcha funeral
With the blood still stuck under my cuticles
You a backseat athlete i’m Kobe with shot
Metaphorically pack heat it’s that deep
When the party goes down, Ima Air It out
If your man try to flex Ima wear him out
If your bitch give me the ass
Ima wear her out
This is real shit, real thugs talk about
Yo I shine like oily skin
If you ever front on the God
Im going straight for the limbs
Like bean and them to to R kim
Loose your kufi
Your man will wheel you around with no limbs
Knocking out Doctors in the ER
My man came in the line fucking with
You and Soldier in C yard
Word life, jail house, Rubber grip ice pics
You know the fat candy canes
The bangers is that thick
So pass the stick smoke in the
Air she was a bad bitch
But ended up being a catfish
Love at first sight for the
Clothing at Saks fifth established
Said she prayed but acted sac-religious
Only after the riches can't trust
Half of these bitches if not a hundred I’m
Still pimping on something
With a thick one vanilla
Sintrinelle smokin joints w white Zinfandel
Like a kingpin that got bricks for sale
When the party goes down, Ima Air It out
If your man try to flex Ima wear him out
If your bitch give me the ass
Ima wear her out
This is real shit, real thugs talk about
The rocks in my watch
Every year I change the stones
Around the same time when
They change the phones
Big collar furs, spitting out Asty
Twin Bugattis that names April and Ashanty
Swiss accounts police paid
Guarding the cribbo
Everything liquid the feds think
We're dead broke
Where they houses at? where they cars at
They can't link us to the
Fountain thats pouring cash
Naw, if I could slow the speed of time down
Bullets will float through mid air
Hit the ground i make the killers run
The other way in wise town
There for wise to still be
Alive to blow it down
Air it out wear Them out
This is real shit real thugs talk about