Iz Real

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Messy Marv] Believe all what you see and 50 percent of what you hear on tapes 'Cause half of these rap niggas is fake Cousin, we bang hard, even behind bars With C.O.'s and guards, my niggas run the yard They knockin' Messy Marv, 'cause the dope so clean 415, BGF, Crips, and 14's I'm a top hat rap cat, you niggas locals And couldn't recognize the game with bifocals I'm big shit, operation bi-coastal And mob loc up when we suppose to (We holla) Keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke Keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke Ain't no jobs for a nigga, we forced to sell dope And ride all gold with not chrome on one spoke I hit yo' house party jeweled and bandana'd I'm from the Cartel, the real Tony Montana's We put drums and bananas on iz reals Hood nut niggas thizzin' on E pills I could see the nigga had bitch in him So I let the 50 cal blaow get with him I keep it real, I don't rap about fake shit It's California, mayne, we draw down and take shit I keep it real, I don't rap about fake shit This California, mayne, we draw down and take shit [Verse 2: Mac Dre] Hop out the Cougnut, change over, to the Range Rover Mouth full of diamonds, spitting, like a flame thrower I ain't sober, I'm ripped, tilted Had a fifth of Remy, but nigga, I killed it Damn near spilled it on my Enyce clothes It's the Cutthoat Committee, punk, we play hoes 20-inch'd up, wood grain, leather Strap, riding, with an Eagle from the Desert It's the Mac almighty, Andre Hicks And ain't a punk rock bitch that I can't get And nigga, I can't trip off nathan but my scrill And that iz real like a thizz pill And I will kill, put one to yo' liver I'm a pimp nigga taking everything you give her Flossing while them suckas is starving Eating crab at Crustaceans with my nigga Messy Marvin