Miwano - The Realest Killaz

Miwano - The Realest Killaz

Aiit.. droppin' anotha bomb. Like an evenin' exercise, ya dig? hahh


You’re the realest killa? You’re the realest squealer//
Make a real Kurdo mad, and he’ll really kill ya//
Can’t believe you say I can’t fight cuz I’m skinny//
Bitch ass you would run of just 9 milli//
So Ride slow, you suckas can’t see me//,
But it ain’t my fault, you guys wearin’ blind folds//
I blow, hydro, ‘til my eyes low//
So I barely see haters anyway, really//
These dudes barkin’ crazy, all up in the blunt smoke//
Talkin’ ‘bout guns, like they actually got those//
And when it’s goes down, they don’t run home//
They run with the Five-o , ain’t talkin’ ‘bout the gun, tho’//
I’m no coward, but why would I like to brawl?//
I know that some punks think they want it, that’s what the knife is for//
On fire all the time – all I spit is smokin’//
Kush addict – an inch from the spliff when I’m tokin’//
I run with the thugs, but don’t trynna snitch on homie//
Cuz when they find ya, you’ll get a bigger dick than Moby//
My lines punchin’ like M. Ali, and Vitali Klitschko//
You suckas can’t fuck with me, like I’m Steve Wilkos//
Rats get clapped by the mousetrap, if they mouths jap//,,
You drop dimes, we pop nines – so don’t go out, without strap//
I’m not sayin’ I’m a gangsta, but blazin’ dro, playin’ hoes,
And rollin’ with gangs chasin’ doe – well I’m ‘bout that!//