Mac Dre Iz Real Lyrics

[Messy Marv]
Believe all what you see, and 50% of these tapes
cuz half these rap n____s is fake
cousin we bang hard even behind bars
with c.o's and guards, my n____s run the yard
they knocking' Messy Marv, cuz the dope so clean
415, B.G.F, crips, and 14
im a top hat rap cat you n____s locals
and couldn't recognize the game with bi-locals
im big s___ and operation by a coastle
and the mob woke up when we suppose to
keep a b____ broke, keep a keep a b____ broke
keep a b____ broke, keep a keep a b____ broke
aint no jobs n____s so we forced to sale dope
and roll with all gold and chrome on one spoke
I hit yo house party jeweled and bandana
im from the Cartel the real Tony's Montana's
we put drums and bananas on iz real
hood nut n____s spencing on e pills
i could see the n____s head b____ had him
so i let the 50 cal get with him
I keep it real I don't rap about fake s___
its California man we draw down and take s___
I don't rap about fake s___ this California man we draw down and take s___

[Mac Dre]
Hoop out the coo-nut, change over to the range rover
mouth full of diamonds spitting like a flame thrower
I aint sober im ripped and tilted
half of it the remi but n____ i killed it
d___ near spilt it on my encey cloths
its the cutthoat committiee punk we play hoes
20 inch doe, wood grain, leather, strapped riding
with a eagle in the desert
its the Mac almighty, Andre Hicks
and aint a punk rock b____ that i cant get
and n____ I cant trip on making nothing but my scrill
and that iz real , like a thizz pill
and i will kill, put one to yo liver
im a pimp n____ taking everything you give up
flossing while you suckas is starving
im eating crab and crust-striations
with my n____ Messy Marvin

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