[Messy Marv]
Believe all what you see, and 50% of these tapes
Cuz half these rap n***as is fake
Cousin we bang hard even behind bars
With c.o's and guards, my n***as 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***as locals
And couldn't recognize the game with bi-locals
Im big sh** and operation by a coastle
And the mob woke up when we suppose to
Keep a b**h broke, keep a keep a b**h broke
Keep a b**h broke, keep a keep a b**h broke
Ain't no jobs n***as so we forced to sale dope
And roll with all gold and chrome on one spoke
I hit yo house party j**eled and bandana
Im from the Cartel the real Tony's Montana's
We put drums and bananas on iz real
Hood nut n***as spencing on e pills
I could see the n***as head b**h had him
So I let the 50 cal get with him
I keep it real I don't rap about fake sh**
Its California man we draw down and take sh**
I don't rap about fake sh** this California man we draw down and take sh**
[Mac Dre]
Hoop out the coo-nut, change over to the range rover
Mouth full of diamonds spitting like a flame thrower
I ain't sober im ripped and tilted
Half of it the remi but n***a I k**ed 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 ain't a punk rock b**h that I can't get
And n***a I can't trip on making nothing but my scrill
And that iz real , like a iz pill
And I will k**, put one to yo liver
Im a pimp n***a taking everything you give up
Flossing while you s**as is starving
Im eating crab and crust-striations
With my n***a Messy Marvin