Real Talk lyrics

by

Brotha Lynch Hung


[Intro: TXX Will]
2010
Strange Music
Monsterrific
Big Scoob
Mr. White Bear
Dame Dub
And I'm your partner T-Will
This here is real talk
Get at 'm, Villains

[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
Atlanta killer city where them choppers are [?]
You come to visit, learn the rules, or we give you the blues
They say we country, talkin funny, with these grills in our mouth
We might be country, but that money's all we talkin about
We riding Chevys, hella heavy, with them choppers in the back
Keep a thunder on my under, they so quick to react
I hit the club, in the parking lot [?] pimpin [?]
Them double dubs on that [?] causing a scene
I call it sasquoch, b*tches watching, but some n*ggas hate
I got that chopper [?] stay in they place
I'm out of Wiskey, so I'm headed to the liquor store
Third bottle, give me more
Wiskey make me feel strong, I'm feeling invincible
But I'm knowin I ain't, still I don't give a damb
Turn that Monster with that Vodca, you feeling me, fam?
This my life every night, tomorrow, do it again
[?] blow in the wind
[Chorus: Big Scoob]
Real talk, show me another homie reppin the bbig city
How we walk, stompin and funkin [?]
Bring the choppers, bodies be droppin
Real talk, this is real talk

[Verse 2: Dame Dub]
I got bullits big as bollingballs
Yes, they go through walls
[?] south house [?]
Feel like a groundhog, I come out at the town hall
Load it slow, unload and let it sound off
Told y'all we road dogs
Most of us are [?]
Pull these posers over with our toasters
I want more than I lost
I'm the one holding the ball
The colder the boss, we get 'm off
I spit it rapidly, smash it acuratly
What y'all call a casualty, take all casually
Power me, like the city's power towers be
Do it hourly
f*ck on my salary
Y'all n*ggas cowardly
A G's my mentality
It's my reality
My strap's Chines, but not as big as You Ming
[Chorus: Big Scoob]
Real talk, show me another homie reppin the bbig city
How we walk, stompin and funkin [?]
Bring the choppers, bodies be droppin
Real talk, this is real talk

[Verse 3: Bakarii]
Destroying competition, that's my hobby and job
f*ck the opposition, I get blood on my palms
A gangsta supervillain, in case you wanna battle
Darth Vader when concealing my face, you cannot tattle
Real talk, n*gga, you can get blazed in many ways
Don't talk, we just jump out with gadges and them K's
Gutter living, we come straight from the bottom to the top, and I'm as real as they come
And it ain't no problem poppin my collar
Something heavy stuffed in my blunt
Break out them choppers
Got my burner glove holding my gun
There ain't no stoppin, I'm a furian
I might just put your jewelry on
Might get to poppin and bustin till my clip be done
You silly dumb n*gga, f*ckin with the wrong one
So here I come, and my Uzi waighs a ton
Put down my monster [?] so they all feel me
No time for conversation, just let my milly
[Chorus: Big Scoob]
Real talk, show me another homie reppin the bbig city
How we walk, stompin and funkin [?]
Bring the choppers, bodies be droppin
Real talk, this is real talk
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