BBB (Real Niggas Never Die)

[Hook] Boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head (Say boom bye bye, boom bye bye) [x4] (Real niggas never die) [Gunshots] [Verse 1] I say boom bye bye to a batty boy When it comes to the charges, I'm a naughty boy Put the feet to your head like karate boy Turn around, beat the feds like the Gotti boy The ramifications of fronting is a gut shot A buck-fifty and universal and whatnot They said hiphop was getting too hardcore The metrosexual movement came, the oddball All of a sudden the men are so fashion-forward But clothes never made the man, you bastards know it I'd rather hear a nigga lying and firing Glocks Than have to hear a nigga rhyme about designer socks (Boom bye bye in a batty bwoy head) Bitch, do it for Buju Banton Do it so Babylon can give that brother a bond, mon Ain't nobody fucking with Sai Think so? Find a sick dick, suck it and die [Hook] [Verse 2] Dem boys don't have no gun, dem boys don't have so license They call me Sai-giddy, some people say that I'm the nicest When it comes to getting busy on these mic devices I ain't a problem, I'm a crisis I'm getting all the ladies, spoiled as a baby I'll never ever let a batty bwoy investigate me I'd rather death convey me. No, I mean yes, it's crazy These young niggas ain't seemin' to get the message lately We need warriors, that's true story, bruh We got a couple but we need a few more of ya Cuz not by any means should out of twenty teens Eighteen of them niggas be wearing skinny jeans (nah, man) We do it for Bob Marley, for Marcus Garvey Probably all of the rastafari Ain't nobody fucking with me Who, Saigon? Yeah, that nigga. Go touch him and see. [gunshot] [Hook]