Six Million - Non Fiction lyrics

[Mausberg] Aiyo Sax dog, let's break they backs my n***a n***a y'all ain't ready for Non-Fic Real n***as grab yo dick and let 'em know that we ain't with the bullsh** Real n***as on the rise And when I get to bustin' yo eyes with the bomb, don't be surprised Black Tec affiliate, rider with high spirits Any track presented, prepare for me to k** it (realism) Realism, blowin' a L of the bomb-ism Mausberg be in the lab with the Eel-ism Who wanna test me? Bring it to the streets dog Lyrical vet optional 'cuz I'm a real hog I'm from the streets and we don't take that sh** Black fist to your grill on some bust-your-lip sh** I take it personal Money, murder, and business I'm a hell of a shot, I put a slug in your eye lenses Don't get me twisted with these rap punks I'ma ride, pump and I dump and leave ya body in the trunk Chorus: (Mausberg) Non-Fiction, real wired G's keepin' it filthy Names have been changed to protect Tecs who guilty We on the main line, duckin' one-time when it's crunch time Feel the wrath of a gauge, if you touch mine (Six Million) Yo, real n***as, real sh**, true story We want the money, f** the fame and the glory (Mausberg) We on the main line, duckin' one-time when it's crunch time Feel the wrath of my gauge, if you touch mine [Squeek] KABOOM! Make room as I consume the tune We mashin' like Mack trucks through sand dunes n***as in this rap game is doomed, give 'em pink slips You's a actor, character, cartoon I'm rollin' with the realest Chicks wave your hands and n***as pop your fists if you mothef**ers feel this The home of the scandalous, where you ride or die n***a f** the scrilla, South Central Los Angeles f** the fame and the glory We ain't got sh** to prove fool, these are Non-Fiction stories Gunshot wounds so deep like battle scars Gangbang affiliated like behind bars Givin' a toss to all those that die Sunday nights, G'd up in yo ride Deletin' the aliases of a few Got me plaedin' the fifth, these stories are true Chorus [Mausberg] I represent the block where they pop-lock Pack Glocks with red dots and takin' over your spot The Berg the black villain k**in' for the respect of the gang Bang only for the money, I ain't f**in' with no chump change Respect a n***a when you see me rued up (rued up) And same thing for Sax when blewed up Black Tec casino, dog we be the illest West coast gangster sh**, we be the realest k** 'em all dog Y'all n***as making me mad The sh** you comin' with, we done re-flipped and been had Got the talents of Nostradamus Predict n***as would bite it Now you lyin' and denyin' it, stop tryin' it I'm on some Dub-S gangster sh** n***as showin' they true colors and get dealt with From the bottom to the top, two hit rocks Never Hollywood Bringin' the drama to your nearest neighborhood, yeah....