Fuck Mack 10

Lyrics

[BIG WY] Uh I'm really not a rapper, man I don't know why these niggas be bumpin' their gums Just another spread of the hustle Streets forced me to do this shit so fuck it (Say that, say that) [BIG WY] The preacher's at the altar Your time is gettin' smaller What I bring to you is like the weight of the rock of Gibraltar (Say what?) Mr. Inglewood, Blood, you's a goddamn lie 'Cause the whole town confirmed you were scared of "NA'GUY" Break Bread Mafia, nigga, watch me close You know what happen to bread when it's heated, it turn to toast And when the crumbs crumble (What?) You wanna squash it and be humble (You wanna squash it?) All right meet me at the sherm smoke out at the park at the Jungles Keep "The Bottoms" out your mouth or get turned to a ghost I'll kill you and fall out and cry with your folks I got a gangsterism track record To incriminating to be put on the tracks and We puttin' out records (Say what?) We The Relativez (yeah) Plus Nuttz the Thief Break Break is the Taliban, political voice of the streets You had CJ, The Comrads and Squeak Ru Except for K-Mack, your whole roster was harder than you You niggas is T.V You niggas don't believe in me (Yeah) And I'mma dump like the real song you bought from G I'm a gangsterism over kill Pistol no holdster steel Bustin' out the G DeVille Buga behind the wheel Nigga, you ain't a gangsta, you's a tattoo freak You ain't from Queen Street, nigga, you from Beat Street This shit is deeper than Romeos and croker sacks This for the life 'cause real Bloods that lay it down on their track Who nickel and dimin', huh, Blood, you funny You went from CEO to a artist deal for Cash Money Nigga, you need a pacifier When it comes to rap you need to retire Nigga, you just rap behind, my niggas practice rapid fire With the kings of Inglewood, nigga, you can't win The Relativez Mafia, nigga, fuck Mack 10 [SUGA BUGA] I - Will - Not - Lose [SUGA BUGA] Hoo-bangin' That's what I've been tryna find out for the longest, nigga, who bangin' All this diss shit is for the birds Listen here, punk, when I confronted you You started mumbling words Ain't nobody gon' save you, nigga I'll die and go to hell before I let you diss me To make your album sell You done have three shots "The Recipe" flop "Paper Route", "Bang or Ball" flop You like the lion On the Wizard of Oz And your wife she's a bad baby, T-Boz And you don't bust straps You just bust raps And you fight pitbulls, you don't push no crack You's a real sick, dude And you just started wearin' red When you left Ice Cube I thought it was a costume, bein' a Blood for Halloween Bumpin' your gum so, nigga, watch the car beam? You reminded me of CB4 Pay your warrants Catch you in the module Tie you to the toilet And when you run outta cheese you better stay O.T 'Cause we gutter niggas That promotes the B And you ain't too far, too rich to get touched Nigga, the heads up's over, nigga, your ass could get rushed Relativez Su Woop - Su Woop - Su Woop! [BIG WY] Niggas still bleed Some shit is over your head Don't let your mouth get your ass misled Niggas still bleed When it's a war who rollin' with you 'Cause when it's old we following through Niggas still bleed What the fuck you mean "Bang or Ball"? You lil' bitch, you never banged at all Niggas still bleed Watch yourself or get your family took 'Cause we could both pull murders Make the motherfuckin' beef cook