REAL KILLAZ (Solo Version)

Lyrics

[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks] Yeah Real Real, real, real Real, real Yeah I'ma tell y'all 'bout 'em [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] 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, used to give us fifty dollars every Christmas Snookers 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 [Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks] Aha, real killers Yeah, ah-ah, real killers Yeah, uh-huh, real killers Got love for real, real, real, real, real killers Real killers [Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] 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 [Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks] 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