Real Shooter Lyrics - Boosie Badazz

Man what the fuck this nigga want 

Shit 4:30 in the morning 

Calling a nigga this fucking early this nigga him crazy 

Phone rang it's my nigga G tryna get some vick 

Boss man what's happening with ya nigga 

Let me clear the business 

Yo I got it but not this instance 

Yo boss them boys slipped it 

Before y'all get in position we gon stalk him and we gon flip him 

We ain't talking if they come get us on the statement 

Where's my lawyer 

You know Jason on the way when the cold in and murder 

Not talking man what's important 

Anybody can shoot 

Y'all go for all that shit 

But now them boys be with Boosie 

We stomp you out like a movie big curvy and 20 uzi's 

Fuck with us boy you stupid 

We clutch and we all go use it 

Fuck with us y'all go lose it 

We won street wars nigga 

So ain't no telling what we will do to you little rap boys who act hard 

I sent an army of commandos and Rambos 

Niggas who watch you all night through gazelles not binoculars 

Smash and go eat tilapia 

Laugh at you over dinner 

Focus in eyes open there's not laughing when we in that rental 

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I got the real shooter 

That's in jail for it 

Ring a nigga bell for it 

They'll never say no 

I got the real shooter 

That's in jail for it 

Ring a nigga bell for it 

They'll never say no 

I got the real shooter 

Lay by your house for you 

Or set the bitch off for you 

Or make some white chalk for me and don't talk back 

I got the real shooter 

That's in jail for it 

Ring a nigga bell for it 

They'll never say no 

I got the real shooter 

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I know a man myth 

I know an old dog 

These niggas love me 

They call me they big dog 

It don't matter who you is nigga 

We gon get the big dog 

Cut the head off the body fall like when ivy dive 

Ride or die 

Wait on that nigga since he on his fucking back 

Gon saw that he quavers since he had a fucking problem 

5 to the face 6 to the body 

You know you die of Rover Red still on my passenger side nigga 

I got the real shooter 

That's in jail for it 

Ring a nigga bell for it 

They'll never say no 

I got the real shooter 

That's in jail for it 

Ring a nigga bell for it 

They'll never say no 

I got the real shooter 

Lay by your house for you 

Or set the bitch off for you 

Or make some white chalk for me and don't talk back 

I got the real shooter 

That's in jail for it 

Ring a nigga bell for it 

They'll never say no 

I got the real shooter 

Shoot em up bang bang (you better run from em) 

You better run from it (you better run) 

You better run from it (you better run) 

We got that bond money 

I got the real shooter 

(You better run from 'em) 

(You better run from 'em) 

We got that bond money 

I got the real shooter 

They like their homework (they do their homework) 

They like their homework (they like their homework) 

They do their homework (they like their homework) 

I got the real shooter 

They like their homework (they do their homework) 

They do their homework (they like their homework) 

They like their homework 

I got the real shooter 

We known riding on the hunt with a rocket launch 

On my lap there's my strap my pocket monster 

We known riding on the hunt with a rocket launch 

On my lap there's my strap my pocket monster 

Raise round some sick niggas with some sick waves 

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang 

Raise round some sick niggas with some sick waves 

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang 

I got the real shooter 

(Oh that body go stiffer, that body go stiffer)