Believe all what you see, and 50% of these tapes
Cause half these rap *****s is fake
Cousin we bang hard even behind bars
With c.o's and guards, my *****s run the yard
They knocking'
Messy Marv, cause the shit so clean 415,
B.G.F, crips, and 14
I'm a top hat rap cat you *****s locals
And couldn't recognize the game with bi-locals
I'm big *****t and operation by a coastle
And the mob woke up when we suppose to
Keep a ***** broke, keep a keep a ***** broke
Keep a ***** broke, keep a keep a ***** broke
Ain't no jobs *****s so we forced to sell shit
And roll with all gold and chrome on one spoke
I hit yo house party jeweled and bandana
I'm from the
Cartel the real
Tony's Montana's
We put drums and bananas on is real
Hood nut *****s spencing on e pills
I could see the *****s head ***** had him
So I let the 50 cal get with him
I keep it real
I don't rap about fake shit
It's California man we draw down and take shit
I don't rap about fake shit this
California man we draw down and take shit [Mac Dre]
Hoop out the coo-nut, change over to the range rover
Mouth full of diamonds spitting like a flame thrower
I ain't sober
I'm ripped and tilted
Half of it the remi but *****
I killed it
Damn near spilt it on my encey cloths
It's the cutthoat committiee punk we play hoes 20 inch doe, wood grain, leather, strapped riding
With a eagle in the desert
It's the Mac almighty,
Andre Hicks
And ain't a punk rock b***h that
I can't get
And b*****s
I can't trip on making nothing but my scrill
And that is real, like a is pill
And I will kill, put one to yo liver
I'm a pimp b***h taking everything you give up
Flossing while you suckas is starving
I'm eating crab and crust-striations
With my b*****s
Messy Marvin