REAL KILLAZ

[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, usеd to give us fifty dollars every Christmas Snookеrs 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 [Verse 3: Boldy James] Knew a killer named Robby, never fucked with the help He had about ten, twenty bodies under his belt Killed the plug, took his wife, old lady was beautiful Got him slayed and she still made him pay for the funeral Knew a killer named Reddy, came home from a triple [?] touching soon, he been gone for a nickel Knew a killer named Frankie, he was nice with the [peel?] Never had a CPL, just a license to kill Well mannered, might not look like the type but he will Caught his first framework with Francois and Khalil Got his revenge but shit don't look as nice as it feel Was on the run in the Chi with Sir Mike and Tennille Got behind him, turnt off, made a right at the yield Tryna avoid me catching my third strike in the field Growing up in Detroit, most of us grew to be murderers Nicest niggas that I ever knew will do you the scurviest Real killers