Artist: Project Pat Album: Cheez N Dope 2 (CD 2) Song: Real Killas Don't Talk Typed by: r0llinlacs@yahoo.com (Intro) ...How the fuck you gon sit around here, we both doin the same god damn thang You get caught up, and then I'm free, and then you wanna burn me Send me to hell, ya know what I'm sayin? (Chorus) Real killas don't talk (Don't talk, don't talk) Real killas don't talk (Don't talk, don't talk) Real killas don't talk (Don't talk, don't talk) Let them burners talk; Blow your ass off When it's beef, I'm pullin down on a nigga In these streets, I'm pullin down on a nigga If I find you, I'm pullin down on ya nigga Pull them burners out and empty rounds on a nigga (Verse 1) Homicide for the cash 40 Glock in the stash SK; No mask Trash bags full of cash Kickin doors, murda hoes Bullet holes in ya clothes Body left on the floor Get the dope and serve them hoes From the grams to the pounds Hustler gon' put it down Shootin off plenty rounds Locate to another town With the sack, with the gun In the street, it ain't no fun Convicted felon With my hand on the gun Fingers on the hair trigger Swag of a drug dealer Student pigeons bumpin gums Whole cookin to the crumbs Served out of Motel 6 A hustla know that that's the lic Cocaine hard, you get caught That's a charge that'll stiiick (That'll stiiick) (Chorus) Real killas don't talk (Don't talk, don't talk) Real killas don't talk (Don't talk, don't talk) Real killas don't talk (Don't talk, don't talk) Let them burners talk; Blow your ass off When it's beef, I'm pullin down on a nigga In these streets, I'm pullin down on a nigga If I find you, I'm pullin down on ya nigga Pull them burners out and empty rounds on a nigga (Verse 2) If you ain't with this street shit, stay your ass on the porch (Ho!) Cause when it comes to beef shit, niggas do get torched (That chopper!) I'll smoke a nigga, like a kush blunt (Mmm!) Blow your brains; Back of your head, straight to the front (Some knowledge!) A nigga know just what it is with me Don't need no niggas with me, that burner gon' stay with me (Uh huh!) So if you want to let your niggas send you out Watch this throw-away-nine leave you stretched out (All day) I pull down on my ennn-emies, bare-faced I'm the last face he see before he get erased (A murda!) I say, that chopper; It always got a beef taste (B-l-l-l-l-ap) No body-shots my dog; I'm aiming at your face (Yo dome!) (Chorus) Real killas don't talk (Don't talk, don't talk) Real killas don't talk (Don't talk, don't talk) Real killas don't talk (Don't talk, don't talk) Let them burners talk; Blow your ass off When it's beef, I'm pullin down on a nigga In these streets, I'm pullin down on a nigga If I find you, I'm pullin down on ya nigga Pull them burners out and empty rounds on a nigga