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