Mac Stabber lyrics

Un-f*ckin-believable
Mac stabbas
Smile in your face
Stab you in the back
Mac stabbas
It's time to pull the sheets off these n*ggas main
You heard?

I done heard yo' tape, Mac; that sh*t is wack
Why the f*ck you sellin' that?
You need to go back to sellin' crack
Take it from a n*gga that done been to hell and back
Oh yeah, I forgot, you ain't sold a god damn crumb
You's a studio gangsta, chump
Where the f*ck you from?
No love for the n*ggas that done laced your muthaf*ckin boots
n*ggas that slaved, went to the grave for you
n*ggas that ain't scared to shoot
You Gilligan ass n*gga, I remember I was makin' your promos
Now you want to diss your real folks and chop it up with them homos
Like that n*gga Khayree, you let that sissy cross game?
Salt me up usin' your name?
I guess it's just a ho thang
Y'all n*ggas killin' me, with all that gay sh*t
All y'all n*ggas came up, f*ck that Mac Dre sh*t
Mark Mall, you need to be f*cked up the bootyhole
Knowin' the first time you touched the mic was in my studio
You n*ggas must have forgot before I was bustin' raps and rhymes
I was on the track with a sack sippin' 'yack strapped with a gat and a nine
I've been to your house, I've seen your chrome
But you ain't gone bust a grape in Napa Valley with golf shoes on
A b*tchmade n*gga gets no love from a real G
Cuddies from the 3 C's, I know you feel me
I should have known when I came home somethin' was wrong
Your own crew tried to have your dome
And just left that sh*t alone
Now you wanna f*ck with a cutthroat n*gga that been doin dirt
Since creased 5-0-1's, Chuck Taylors and them Izod shirts
Them 5-trey-5 n*ggas don't like you
Don't believe it, hop in your Jaguar, n*gga, and slide through
You'll be lucky to leave the ghetto with just a leakin' lip
You feelin' froggish I'm feelin' hoggish, boy, we can slip
In granny backyard, then when you act hard
I'm a treat you like a Mac b*tch, Young Mac Mark
Young Black Brothas Records is a goddamn flop
Khayree needed to stop way back when his ass got dropped
From that major label, n*gga had a major stable
But he shot himself in the head, boy, and the blow was fatal
God don't like ugly, boy, ask yo mama
Now everywhere you trav' you better have Usalama
Mac Mall gets no love, ask my n*gga Dubee
He shook us for videos and pretty hoes and left us out his movie
That n*gga left me for dead when I was doin' time in jail
Couldn't shoot a n*gga nathan when he was havin' major mail
You's a back stabba or should I say a Mac stabba
Well, here's some Mac magic, n*gga...abra cadabra
I just turned your ass into an official b*tch
f*ck you and your cousin Gilla, dirty snitch
That fool got real n*ggas never comin' home
And that's the type of sh*t n*ggas like you condone
I used to have love for ya, I used to bust with ya
But now you done crossed game, n*gga, I can't f*ck with ya