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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 you 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 been from 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 muthafukin' boots Niggas that slave went to the grave for ya Niggas that ain't scared to shoot Giligan ass nigga I remeber I was makin' your promos Now you want to diss your real folks and chop it up with these homos Like that nigga Khayree you let that sissy cross game Sock me up usin' your name Guess it's just a hoe thang Y'all niggas killin' me Letras de cancionesWith all that gay shit All y'all niggas came up Fuck that Mac Dre shit Mark Mall you need to be fucked up the booty hole Knowin' the first time you touched the mic it 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 bitch made nigga gets no love from a real G Cutties from the 3 C's I know you feel me I should have known when I came home somethin was wrong Yo own crew tried to have your dome And just left that shit alone Now you wanna fuck with a cut throat 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 how come Yo Jaguar slide through You'll be lucky to leave the ghetto with just a leakin lip You feelin focus I'm feelin hogish boy we can slip In granny back yard 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 That nigga had a major stable But he shot himself in the head boy Blow was fatal God don't like that man Boy ask yo mamma Now everywhere you travel you best to have bussalami Mac Mall gets no love ask my nigga Dubee He shook us for videos and pretty hoes and went him 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 He's a back stabba Should I say a Mac stabba Heres 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 that you've crossed game nigga I can't fuck with ya From Letras Mania