Iz Real lyrics

by

Mac Dre


[Messy Marv]
Believe all what you see and 50 percent of what you hear on tapes
'Cause half of these rap n*ggas is fake
Cousin, we bang hard, even behind bars
With C.O.'s and guards, my n*ggas run the yard
They knockin' Messy Marv, 'cause the dope so clean
415, BGF, Crips, and 14
I'm a top hat rap cat, you n*ggas locals
And couldn't recognize the game with bifocals
I'm big sh*t, operation bi-coastal
And mob loc up when we suppose to
Keep a b*tch broke, keep a keep a b*tch broke
Keep a b*tch broke, keep a keep a b*tch broke
Ain't no jobs for a n*gga, we forced to sale dope
And ride all gold with not chrome on one spoke
I hit yo' house party jeweled and bandana'd
I'm from the Cartel, the real Tony Montana's
We put drums and bananas on iz reals
Hood nut n*ggas thizzin' on E pills
I could see the n*gga had b*tch in him
So I let the 50 cal blaow get with him
I keep it real, I don't rap about fake sh*t
It's California, mayne, we draw down and take sh*t
I keep it real, I don't rap about fake sh*t
This California, mayne, we draw down and take sh*t
[Mac Dre]
Hop out the Cougnut, change over, to the Range Rover
Mouth full of diamonds, spitting, like a flame thrower
I ain't sober, I'm ripped, tilted
Had a fifth of Remy, but n*gga, I killed it
Damn near spilled it on my Enyce clothes
It's the Cutthoat Committee, punk, we play hoes
20-inch'd up, wood grain, leather
Strap, riding, with an Eagle from the Desert
It's the Mac almighty, Andre Hicks
And ain't a punk rock b*tch that I can't get
And n*gga, I can't trip off nathan but my scrill
And that iz real like a thizz pill
And I will kill, put one to yo' liver
I'm a pimp n*gga taking everything you give her
Flossing while them suckas is starving
Eating crab at Crustaceans with my n*gga Messy Marvin
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