Mac Stabber

Lyrics

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