Mw Jimmy Ft. Realz - All the way...
• Written by Real-Z
Real-Z's Notes
Real rap
Mw Jimmy - Verse 1 -
The face drop every time a nigga come around
like take some and have my young niggas blow ya
down. You know it sounds like surround when that nines
clickin. A revolver cookin beef .Nigga my minds different
Niggas swear they getting money, Yea all fiction.
Talk tales, Aw well you niggas all bitches.
I'm a man so any beef ima about my business
You get the shots to your face till your leg twitches.
Damn me and west on that shit again. I've been a threat
like that water out in Michigan. Niggas say they've got
them poles like a fisherman. This the biggest catch of
ya life. Go ahead and wheel it in. Base with the trebles
how I get it crackin' then I tell ya I'm down for mine so
where the action. A life worth living yea you can tell that
I get it. Yea I'm out here making moves while you're
standin on ya piven. Whoa. Hard liquor, no Champaign
I'm a team by myself yea I run my own campaign.
I'm from the spot where you can't hang. Where young
niggas like to gang bang and old folks do the same thang.
You don't believe me, come see for yourself. Ain't no
peace over here. Don't leave your peace on the shelf.
Yea we all with the shit so beef we don't talk it out just
gun smoke and violence is what we all about.
Realz - Verse 2 -
I was really raised by killers, takers and givers and just
when ya think it's safe it really isn't. Motherfuck a fake
gang with tat sleeves, yas get placed in the back seat.
Tell the neighbors they haven't seen anything. Tell the
haters maybe I ain't shit or maybe I'm the great and gifted.
When I was 9 I'd take the train ta Sydney ta pay visits
to my uncle ta see what state he was in
seeing what he was going through when he was in
state prison. Doing crime then He's doing life
and he isn't doing fine. He chopped off a mans head
with an axe and it was all over him wanting ten dollars
but ya can't give his life back. His head sawed off rollin
from the garage shed. Some old bitty tried to stick it back
on his neck this really happened but I advise ya don't
ask him cos ya might remind him of the past tense.
I tell him it'll be all over soon.
What else can I tell him... The truth?
What else can ya do but wait for death. He'd be discraced
ta see my dad and me as crack feins.Still I break bread
like its the passion of Jesus at the table in the chair
right next to his disciples with their bibles at the last
supper and if you got it bad like usher and if you want it
bad and ya drug fucked then stack up or come up with the
cash or get slashed up by the Italian mafia and ya shudder
I'm not a
slack cutter and I'm not a grass cutter. There's a slight
draft cos my glass shutter is smashed up. I thrash cunts .
They like ta take sides like a cheating hoe.
I'd hate ta despise a Guido. Break the mic on a Guido
Until he goes and hits the keynote. I slay cunts like Hugh
Heff. Draw two swords and stick em through ya leg
Leaving it looking like a music clef. You can't step ta this
I'll use the horns from a moose head as a bottle
cork screw. With an improvement
I'm not next to do this. I'm fresh and I'm new shit.
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Real-Z
Member since March 29 2018