Real Ganstas Don't Brag Lyrics - Mr. Shadow

It be the Shadow standing right beside you 

About to strike you, run but I'ma find you 

Ain't no place to hide motherfucker right behind you 

Highly elevated off the canibus 

Can you handle this attack from this fucking vandalist 

Assassination on the nation 

Universal warfare, global termination 

Destination, to the top without stopping 

It's still San Diego, Southern Cali till I'm in a coffin 

Amici Park'n to the death, fool remember me 

It's Mr. Shadow, Beyond Entertainment family 

Gravity always floating, gangster strolling 

Pistol holding, dishonest bitches claiming that they know me 

I'm only twenty with plenty to spend, now get the picture 

I got a twenty three glock with hollow shots that'll get ya 

A forty caliber causing major disaster 

Never bring a snitch to my hood or I'ma blast them 

Bring them to the shadows of pain, severe trauma 

I'ma, trigger happy motherfucker 'cause I wanna 

I love drama, so fuck whatever you feel 

I roll with twenty motherfuckers that are ready to kill 

You guppy 

[Chorus x2] 

A lot of motherfuckers pretent to be G's 

But they're bitches and they got worldwide enemies 

Real gangstas don't brag, we stack chips 

Make hits and pull licks, smoke sticks and fight pits 

I declare war, put your white flags away 

Bitch made hoes get abused everyday 

380 back up coming at you 

Full moon shining, you know I'm gonna blast you 

I'm creeping, seeking for a problem to cause 

Always higher than the motherfucker breaking the law 

Homey fuck what you're going through 

I bang with nothing but fools with penitentary backrounds and tattooes 

I use higher amounts of marijuana everyday 

Give me a bong and bottle, I love that bombay 

Crime pays on this motherfucking planet 

Scitsofrantic, quick to let you sons of bitches have it 

I bring static like an army, you couldn't harm me 

You motherfuckers gotta kill me to disarm me 

Watch me invade these sons of hoodrats with a snub nose 

Dump on these assholes, violating them punk hoes 

Skunk cloats fumigating rookies like roaches 

Got Sombra posted up incase a rival approaches 

I hold this title till my last day comes 

And even after death I'll take a breath through my son punk 

[Chorus x2]