BBB (Real Niggas Never Die)

Boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head

(Say boom bye bye, boom bye bye) (4x)

(Real niggas never die)

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

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

Cause 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.