Real MF's - Royal T, Shadow, Big June

Yeah

What’s happening

It’s your motherfucking boy

Low Profizile here every dizay

Straight up Bout to get with some of these bitch ass niggas out here

Check shit out, so check shit out

You thought I was gone, but no I’m back again

Big June nigga, all up inside your motherfucking shit hole with a mack 10

Cheeks all up on my fucking barrel, I know you’re scared

All possing like a manequin, not moving like a scarecrow

Yeah, mister buster, that’s what the fuck you is All up inside my Goddamn bizz, just like little kids

And first time I seen ya, eyes black like my shirt

Steadly getting hurt, but talking about you putting in work

Boy you better quit talking all of that shit

Your punk ass’ll get lit fucking with my 380 clip

It’s eight o’clock and I’m on another one of those missions

Letting my nina sing like New Edition when I catch em slipping

Be specific, J to the A-Y-O

Come to tussle, he’ll be getting slung like Yayo

Now bow down, to this young original nigga that’s not landing

And I’m be high up in the sky and still leaving you busters not standing

But Goddamnit, big ass nigga you be swanging like that

Banging like that, all I know is I wanna be hanging like that

But oh no, I like bitches and I know bitch made niggas

It’s Killafornia, so you better go back to where the fuck you from nigga

From the Eastside, to the Southeastside

Fool you can’t fuck with the real motherfuckers

From the Eastside, to the West Coast side

Fool you can’t fuck with fools worldwide

From the Eastside, to the Southeastside

Fool you can’t fuck with the real motherfuckers

From the Eastside, to the Southeastside

Real motherfuckers are down to ride

It’s the motherfucking Royal ready to go, duck

Giving a fuck about what you think, better believe you can get stuck

Yeah, I’m laying back in my '64 Chevy

Motherfuckers envy, acting like they met me So let me, set the motherfucker straight, trying to player hate

But you could never take the shit that I make

You ain’t the only motherfuckers that can flip while you’re tripping

Watch your loaded gat and I’ma catch you slipping

I got my grip on the weapon

Yapping like a puta, let me see you do the stepping

Now, to all of the motherfuckers who saying they wanna battle

I be capping and making em run, here I come with my double-barrel shotgun

Watch you run like the bitch that you be Standing right behind you but you still can’t see the G I buck one to your motherfucking chest

Royal be the vato that layed em all to fucking rest

It’s the Southern Califas bandit

Leaving fools stranded with a semi-automatic

Goddamnit, see me in my four hitting switches

Killing all the static and dismissing all them punk bitches

It’s the Shadow coming to get you

Better believe that I won’t forget you, let you

Be the one that be yapping, mothers are asking how did it happen

Why did it have to be my son, the one that be laying in the slum

I said your boy was talking shit and then the puto tried to run

For one, the vato had no love in the 619

Lying about his life and how he did so many crimes

Second of all he was nothing but a phony, didn’t know me And he told me some much shit that wasn’t true about my homey

Only real motherfuckers will survive and never die

Gotta sin to stay alive, everyday and everynight

Gotta be careful with these devils

Come up to me and you’ll meet my barrels

Bunch of enemy motherfuckers coming to shake me like a rattle

Cuz one mistake is all it takes

Is one shady motherfuck that’ll use his evil ways

Right away you gotta dismiss em, death when I come and kiss em So load up the fucking clip and make sure that you don’t miss em Remenicing what I say cuz everyday it is the same

There’s a bitch made bitch in every hood in every state

So I say fuck a friend, motherfuck having a dog

Trust nobody but yourself, follow me and trust in God

South to the North, Brown, represent the Trece

Cholos, chalitos, chutos, and eses

I’m ready, so spark up the mota

Much love to my clicka but no love for a solca

South to the North, Brown, represent the Trece

Cholos, chalitos, chutos, and eses

I’m ready, so spark up the mota

Much love to my clicka but no love for a solca

South to the North, Brown, represent the Trece

Cholos, chalitos, chutos, and eses

I’m ready, so spark up the mota

Much love to my clicka but no love for a solca

South to the North, Brown, represent the Trece

Cholos, chalitos, chutos, and eses

I’m ready, so spark up the mota

Much love to my clicka but no love for a solca