(feat. Messy Marv)



[Messy Marv]

Believe all what you see, and 50% of these tapes

cuz half these rap niggas is fake

cousin we bang hard even behind bars

with c.o's and guards, my niggas 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 niggas locals

and couldn't recognize the game with bi-locals

im big shit and operation by a coastle

and the mob woke up when we suppose to

keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke

keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke

aint no jobs niggas 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 niggas spencing on e pills

i could see the niggas head bitch had him

so i let the 50 cal get with him

I keep it real I don't rap about fake shit

its California man we draw down and take shit

I don't rap about fake shit this California man we draw down and take shit



[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 nigga i killed it

damn 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 bitch that i cant get

and nigga I cant trip on making nothing but my scrill

and that iz real , like a iz pill

and i will kill, put one to yo liver

im a pimp nigga taking everything you give up

flossing while you suckas is starving

im eating crab and crust-striations

with my nigga Messy Marvin