Uncle Murda - Real n***as Do lyrics

Yeah, d**h before dishonor And you know we bringin d**h to n***as that dishonor that (Hook) I gotta go and k** this n***a, he sold us to the feds That’s just what real n***as do I’ma shoot him and make sure his f*ggot a** dead That’s just what real n***as do If I gotta k** this b**h, I’ma k** her, you dig? That’s just what real n***as do I’ma throw that pretty b**h right over the brooklyn bridge That’s what she gets for being that n***a’s boo (Verse) I don’t like tim elbows and sammy the bull I put my gun in they mouth and that trigger I pull Like it’s tellin, what part of the game is that? You wanna be called the snitch, what kind of name is that? sponsored links That brooklyn bullsh**, you know I’m audi Had to k** a brooklyn n***a, 6 in the morning He was about to brag, so his life god took it Man I don’t give a f** if we both from brooklyn I got 40 .40 cals, a hunnder hundred shots calicos And about 44 .44’s My grandmoms know I be thugging Ever since I was a young she couldn’t tell me nothing She used to say don’t let them boys to k** you I ain’t got money to bury you, I said grandma I feel you I said grannie, even if you did I refuse to let them n***as push back my wig I shot the kids so they shut the door up She said boy you better go and shoot em all up Police came, my grandma ain’t tell them sh** She like f** that, my grandson gonn handle that sh** Either when I got shot and they tried to make me snitch My grandma start laughing like he ain’t gonna tell you sh**, and I didn’t! She know I follow the code of the street Even my grandma used to say f** the police! (Hook) I gotta go and k** this n***a, he sold us to the feds That’s just what real n***as do I’ma shoot him and make sure his f*ggot a** dead That’s just what real n***as do If I gotta k** this b**h, I’ma k** her, you dig? That’s just what real n***as do I’ma throw that pretty b**h right over the brooklyn bridge That’s what she gets for being that n***a’s boo (Verse) Heard a n***a talking to the fall force Gotta introduce him to the .44 Slide upon him in a volvo Shoot him 10 times in slow mo Deal get a rush when I open the jar Ding in the park coke in the corn Enemies got no hope when it’s on You get a hand shot if you go for it john My mom and grandma, both of them gone My old head mike shoot dope in his arm You ain’t never have to sell coke in the storm Or how your door kicked in 4 in the morn’ Nah, real n***as doing rap beats We put hands on them crack teeth All these rap n***as act sweet 100 hot choppa in the backseat 21 when I fold the murder I’m out brooklyn with uncle murda I toss 40 if you want a birdie I’m at the store, tryina take a 40 (Hook) I gotta go and k** this n***a, he sold us to the feds That’s just what real n***as do I’ma shoot him and make sure his f*ggot a** dead That’s just what real n***as do If I gotta k** this b**h, I’ma k** her, you dig? That’s just what real n***as do I’ma throw that pretty b**h right over the brooklyn bridge That’s what she gets for being that n***a’s boo