Mr. Shadow

Mr. Shadow - Real Ganstas Don't Brag lyrics

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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 cuz 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]
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Language: English

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