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letra de killing nothing - boldy james & real bad man

[intro]
let me see that light
there they go right there
who dog in the black hoodie?
slow down
pull on my side
it’s the real bad man
it’s the mafia
speed
game time
blockworks
concreatures
227
where we at with it?
let’s get it
[verse 1]
always been the black sheep, grew up the oddball
thuggin’ on them backstreets ’til the day that my god call
lil’ sean paul, ridin’ dirty up 85
in twin challies, just a friendly game of dodgeball
i’m the one k!lled your older brother, i’m who shot dog
and if i didn’t, i’m the one who sent n-ggas to rob y’all (i’m him)
for them grits of the shinе and that top dog
i never dropped no n-gga namе or made a cop call
had to drop my nuts just to let ’em know i got b-lls
he dropped the ball, looking at me like it’s my fault (haha)
count all my pockets, i wanna know what’s in my vault
i let ’em see too much, don’t know what the f-ck that i thought (what was i thinking?)
might have to whack him just in case the n-gga might talk (getting dropped)
’cause all these n-ggas, after i tax ’em, it’s just a write-off
really getting to the money, don’t get your life bought
done tipped this b-tch three hundred and told her to take the night off (what else?)

[chorus]
sticks getting loaded, bullets getting wiped off (clips)
make a right, slow down, cut the lights off
pull over right here and leave the engine running
n-ggas ain’t letting nothing die and ain’t k!lling nothing
sticks getting loaded, bullets getting wiped off (clips)
make a right, slow down, cut the lights off
i’m tired of [?][1:50] your [?], don’t make me cl!ck the b-tton
n-ggas ain’t letting nothing die and ain’t k!lling nothing (at all)
k!lling nothing
k!lling nothing
n-ggas ain’t letting nothing die and ain’t k!lling nothing
[verse 2]
it’s so much i wanna say with so little time (patience)
only so much i’m willing to pay, fundamental grind
been had a plug since a youngin with a brick of shine (ayy)
having them drugs with this gun is what’s gon’ give me time (blocks)
live by the gun, die by the same fate
will never catch him with the money and the bag in the same place (nope)
crelly got parole, then indicted on the same day
he went to trial with the feds, put on his game face
can’t shake a bag with them peepers on your ass (uh-uh)
running up in grandma crib tryna peep what’s in your stash (ga-ga)
cheap as taking on them slabs from my ‘ricans and my ‘rabs
got these n-ggas in my city streets policing with no badge
can’t trust a soul, got me reaching for my mag
drug zone seven six [?][2:45]
shoot it ’til it overheat, catch a fever when i flash
ride with it on my lap, ain’t gotta beat you to the stash, n-gga (nah)

- boldy james real bad man

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