[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks]
Yeah
Real
Real, real, real
Real, real
Yeah
I'ma tell y'all 'bout 'em

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
I knew a killer named Pluggo, kept a smile on his face
Thumped the bouncer in the lobby waiting in line at the Ace
I knew a killer named Noonie, a goonie with them H blocks
He used to like to fuck on tape, then make his date watch
I knew a killer named Keith, came from the villas
As a shorty, used to give us fifty dollars every Christmas
Snookers was a killer, we had Spanish together
Them dark circles around his eyes said he worked for the devil
I used to make him laugh when I got kicked out of class
The first n***a to rob a plug for a brick of some cash
I knew a killer named Bruno, my first time in the D
He made sure I was good, he treat me like family
I picked him up in his hood, he threw the blick behind a tree
Then he hopped in the whip, I said, "You good without the heat?"
"That particular pistol got bunch of bodies in the street
And if they pull us over, I don't want no problems 'cause of me"
Real n***a, will spill you, but his heart was way bigger
Ironic, nicest n***as I knew was real killers

[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
Aha, real killers
Yeah, ah-ah, real killers
Yeah, uh-huh, real killers
Got love for real, real, real, real, real killers
Real killers

[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Big T, he was a killer, a Caribbean n***a
He cook the fuck outta jerk snapper, grill it and smoke it
His brother Phillip was a killer too
He drove the Sprinter down to Texas
On that South by Southwest shit
We was lit, big bags of okie on the highway
Played a lil' Hall and Oates and then some Sade
My cousin Cortez still up in the feds
He could dance like Bobby 'til them Latin Kings shot him
Always kept a Cutlass and a big-ass smile
Always nice to the shorties whenever we came around and
Then I heard stories 'bout when he was at war with
Them same LK's, he would dress like a homeless and
Push a grocery cart with guns at the bottom of it
And go into they territory, boy, you gotta love it
But he was funny as a motherfucker out in public
I'll write a movie 'bout this n***a if I got a budget
[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
Yup, yup, real killers
Got love for real, real
Aha, real killers
Yeah, ah-ah, real killers
Yeah, uh-huh, real killers
Got love for real, real, real, real, real killers
Real killers