| Believe all what you see, and 50% of these tapes
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| cuz half these rap niggas is fake
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| cousin we bang hard even behind bars
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| with c. |
| o's and guards, my niggas run the yard
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| they knocking’Messy Marv, cuz the dope so clean
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| 415, B.G.F, crips, and 14
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| im a top hat rap cat you niggas locals
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| and couldn’t recognize the game with bi-locals
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| im big shit and operation by a coastle
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| and the mob woke up when we suppose to keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke
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| keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke
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| aint no jobs niggas so we forced to sale dope
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| and roll with all gold and chrome on one spoke
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| I hit yo house party jeweled and bandana
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| im from the Cartel the real Tony’s Montana’s
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| we put drums and bananas on iz real
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| hood nut niggas spencing on e pills
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| i could see the niggas head bitch had him
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| so i let the 50 cal get with him
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| I keep it real I don’t rap about fake shit
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| its California man we draw down and take shit
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| I don’t rap about fake shit this California man we draw down and take shit
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| Hoop out the coo-nut, change over to the range rover
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| mouth full of diamonds spitting like a flame thrower
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| I aint sober im ripped and tilted
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| half of it the remi but nigga i killed it damn near spilt it on my encey cloths
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| its the cutthoat committiee punk we play hoes
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| 20 inch doe, wood grain, leather, strapped riding
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| with a eagle in the desert
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| its the Mac almighty, Andre Hicks
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| and aint a punk rock bitch that i cant get
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| and nigga I cant trip on making nothing but my scrill
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| and that iz real, like a iz pill
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| and i will kill, put one to yo liver
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| im a pimp nigga taking everything you give up flossing while you suckas is starving
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| im eating crab and crust-striations
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| with my nigga Messy Marvin |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Iz Real , by - Mac Dre. Song from the album It's Not What You Say...It's How You Say It, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп