Real Ass Niggaz

[Chorus: Blackout & Lil Coop]
Real ass niggas, assassin style killaz
Real ass niggas, assassin style killaz
Real ass niggas, assassin style killaz
Real ass niggas, assassin style killaz

[Verse 1: Blackout]
Here goes 17 motherfuckin' shells in the clip
It rips, you flip, 'cause bitch I'm on that tip
I'm givin' you bad dreams when I'm on the scene stalkin'
That shit these cops been talkin', that gunshots got you walkin'
But run, 'cause here I come, a street-bound killa nigga
Fightin' mad like a wild cat, watch your flesh simmer
When them bullets hit ya, get with ya
(Don't ever fuck with a real ass nigga!)
Let me unloose the bulletproof and go off
Bitches, don't you show off?
And busta ass niggas can't fade me 'cause they soft
Comin' harder than Vanessa, give me the gat I stress ya
And rest ya, even if I have to come and get ya ass
I'll mash the cash to the floor
My world is burnt like chains, I gots to let 'em know
These traitors better break how many shots it will take
Commit to get it pushed to fuckin' middle of your face
When I squeeze the heavy trigger of the TEC-9
My rhymes hard enough to make a nigga flap lies
Peep the game in your ear comin' clear, sippin' on Cognac
K-N-A-double P-Y hittin' on my side, bustin' caps
Then them green ass niggas startin' static, if you wanna
Be on the tip of clips, lay more holes than the carpets
Of them pink and black game places, frockin' you like a Twix
6 million ways to lay your funky ass on the pavement
S-O-U to the motherfuckin' T-H
Like poison I'll get all you haters, better break out the door
Comin' in your house like an assassin
'Cause your boys rolled upon my boys and started blastin' last night
Killaz from the South ain't playin', hoe
Players in the motherfuckin' clique will throw you on the floor
Sit on your chest and work the left-right motion to your eyes
Lookin' like a raccoon, on them shades you can't hide
Kartel raidin' the earth in 1995
Got my nigga Lil Coop talkin' gangsta shit, I'ma let this beat ride...

[Chorus: Blackout & Lil Coop]
Real ass niggas, assassin style killaz
Re-real ass niggas, assassin style killaz
Real ass niggas, assassin style killaz
Real ass niggas, assassin style killaz

[Verse 2: Lil Coop]
C to the R to the A to the N-K-I-T-U to the P
Playa posse all so deep, creep down with the TCC
1995, front me some weed, watch me chief
Sittin' at the room gloomed from I'm smokin' Janette-J (go and get a bag of fuckin' weed...)
P funk on the table for you niggas that be snortin' the glitter, but I prefer the hay
1-34 bag of trees on the side with Swishers
Dirty deep 21 to drink that Tanq', I'm so high to the tide
Cutlass constantly ballin', keep caught slippin' by in the wind
That a hoe plans tonin' on down with hustlin' kins
P-I-M-P L-I-L-C-O to the O-P's Mac-19s
Milli rounds smokin' and I'm chokin' dizzo KGB
No love for you playa haters, I just chose to fuckin' fleece
Bitches that flow with Lil Coop be sippin' and tippin', pursuin' to give me the cash
The Swisher smoke came on my eyes gettin' red
I'm blinkin', I'm blinkin', my brightness keeps tinglin'
Come and take a trip with me, smokin' on some hella green
Assassin Style Killaz, fuck you virgins, what's up to Lil E
Bank penetratin', gots to make a plan, lookin' for a nigga quick to make a move, down with the clique
Sawed off, (blast blast blast), TEC-9 bullets and AKs to the hideaway
The Heart of Terror hustlers, I'm watchin' John Gotti
(Lil E: Come front my TEC, blast blast blast blast blast, that's poppin' everybody)

[Chorus: Blackout & Lil Coop]
Real ass niggas, assassin style killaz
Re-real ass niggas, assassin style killaz
Real ass niggas, assassin style killaz
(Yeen know who you fuckin' with, bitch...)
Real ass niggas, re-real, re-real, re-real, re-real...