THA REAL MURDA BIZZ Lyrics

Man, I think niggas must've forgot or something, like

It be the same niggas u used to call your brother

You'll do anything for

Nigga, kno, you ain't pussy

He roun his new partners acting like you a hoe or something, like

That shit crazy

I'ma let that be do, let that marinate

You know how I get down

Man, let that shit soak

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Bitch, I be quick to check a bitch

Ain't gotta ask me if I'm steppin' bout it

Oh you got back for your sis, bitch, why you lyin'

Cause I ain't hear about it

Yeah my partner died, but I been slideing for real

I'm tryna catch a body

That lil boy wasn't heads up

That boy a bitch, he had to slime me out it

I get off them pills and do a drill

Or I could do it sober

Tell law to suck my dick, they get behind

Bitch, I ain't pullin' over

I catch you with that bitch, ain't spareing' shit

I'm finna fuck you over

Stop speakin' on my gang, you know what's up

Bitch, we the real soldiers

Yah bitch, you know wassam with me

Hop out with the drac and break the branches

Off your family tree

L**** pin where you at

We right here posted where you post to be

Man, these niggas ain't no threats

I'm like, the fuck these niggas posed to be

These bitches them claiming they want smoke With me

Man, these niggas not my opp

J3 be buckin' on the gram

He wasnt on shit when he got shot

Bitch, all you did was make a spam

And act like you was on a block

How the fuck you posted up outside

Lil' bitch and you ain't got your glock

You must ain't heard we let it pop

You must ain't heard we sendin' shots

Yeah, glizzy, watch that car

Still staying dangerous on anything

That swing we put shit up in park

They know wassam when we hop out that Bing

We tryna up and spark

Don't hit my gram about no murder

Bitch, you know we at war

I play the rearview up in traffic

I still be clutchin' on my ratchet

Look, all these niggas be my sons

Im spanking ass like I'm a daddy

I still be jackin' niggas' guns

Bitch, I'm a taker, gotta have it

He a flonky, bet I face him when I hop out

I'ma blast it, nigga

Yeah, ayy

This That T-Gang shit, nigga

Nigga know we trappin' hard

Rappin' hard

Smackin' hard

Fuck the opp, nigga

Got on y'all beat and

Smush y'all shit

No rappin' ass nigga