Mr. Shadow - Real MF's lyrics

[Big June] Yeah What's happening It's your motherf**ing boy Low Profizile here every dizay Straight up Bout to get with some of these b**h a** n***as out here Check sh** out, so check sh** out [Big June] You thought I was gone, but no I'm back again Big June n***a, all up inside your motherf**ing sh** hole with a mack 10 Cheeks all up on my f**ing barrel, I know you're scared All possing like a manequin, not moving like a scarecrow Yeah, mister buster, that's what the f** 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 sh** Your punk a**'ll get lit f**ing 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 n***a that's not landing And I'm be high up in the sky and still leaving you busters not standing But Goddamnit, big a** n***a you be swanging like that Banging like that, all I know is I wanna be hanging like that But oh no, I like b**hes and I know b**h made n***as It's k**afornia, so you better go back to where the f** you from n***a [Chorus] From the Eastside, to the Southeastside Fool you can't f** with the real motherf**ers From the Eastside, to the West Coast side Fool you can't f** with fools worldwide From the Eastside, to the Southeastside Fool you can't f** with the real motherf**ers From the Eastside, to the Southeastside Real motherf**ers are down to ride [Royal T] It's the motherf**ing Royal ready to go, duck Giving a f** about what you think, better believe you can get stuck Yeah, I'm laying back in my '64 Chevy Motherf**ers envy, acting like they met me So let me, set the motherf**er straight, trying to player hate But you could never take the sh** that I make You ain't the only motherf**ers 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 motherf**ers 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 b**h that you be Standing right behind you but you still can't see the G I buck one to your motherf**ing chest Royal be the vato that layed em all to f**ing rest It's the Southern Califas bandit Leaving fools stranded with a semi-automatic Goddamnit, see me in my four hitting switches k**ing all the static and dismissing all them punk b**hes [Chorus] [Mr. Shadow] 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 sh** 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 sh** that wasn't true about my homey Only real motherf**ers 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 motherf**ers coming to shake me like a rattle Cuz one mistake is all it takes Is one shady motherf** that'll use his evil ways Right away you gotta dismiss em, d**h when I come and kiss em So load up the f**ing clip and make sure that you don't miss em Remenicing what I say cuz everyday it is the same There's a b**h made b**h in every hood in every state So I say f** a friend, motherf** having a dog Trust nobody but yourself, follow me and trust in God [Chorus] 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