Real Killas Don't Talk

[Hook] 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 up When there's beef, I'm pulling down on a nigga In these streets, I'm pulling down on a nigga If I find you, I'm pulling down on you nigga Pull them burners out, 40 rounds on a nigga [Verse 1] I'm a side for the cash 40 Glock in the stash Ass K no man trash bags full of cash Kicking dough's murders hoes, pulling hoes When you go body level on the floor Get the dough to serve them all From the grams to the pounds hustle gonna put it down Shooting up any rounds locate to another town With the sack with the gun In the street it ain't no fun Gun with the feel on with my hand on the gun Fingers off the plug with the swag of a drug dealer Pitches up home cook it to the close Served out on Hotel 6 a hustler know that's the lick Cocaine hard, you get caught, that's a charge that a steam [Hook] [Verse 2] If you ain't with this street shit Stay your ass in the porch Cause when it comes to beef shit Niggas do get torch I smoke a nigga like a Kush blunt Blow yo brains back of the head straight to the front A nigga know just what it is with me Don't need no niggas with me that burn or go stay with me So if you wanna let yo nigga send you out Watch this throwaway mad staying stick out I pull down on my end of this blur face I'm the last face he see before he get erased I say that chopper it always got a beef taste Nobody shots my dough, I'm aiming at yo face [Hook]