Miwano - The Realest Killaz Aiit.. droppin' anotha bomb. Like an evenin' exercise, ya dig? hahhYou’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!//