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(feat. Messy Marv) [Messy Marv] Believe all what you see, and 50% of these tapes cuz half these rap niggas is fake cousin we bang hard even behind bars with c.o's and guards, my niggas run the yard they knocking' Messy Marv, cuz the dope so clean 415, B.G.F, crips, and 14 im a top hat rap cat you niggas locals and couldn't recognize the game with bi-locals im big shit and operation by a coastle and the mob woke up when we suppose to keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke aint no jobs niggas so we forced to sale dope and roll with all gold and chrome on one spoke I hit yo house party jeweled and bandana im from the Cartel the real Tony's Montana's we put drums and bananas on iz real hood nut niggas spencing on e pills i could see the niggas head bitch had him so i let the 50 cal get with him I keep it real I don't rap about fake shit its California man we draw down and take shit I don't rap about fake shit this California man we draw down and take shit Letras de canciones [Mac Dre] Hoop out the coo-nut, change over to the range rover mouth full of diamonds spitting like a flame thrower I aint sober im ripped and tilted half of it the remi but nigga i killed it damn near spilt it on my encey cloths its the cutthoat committiee punk we play hoes 20 inch doe, wood grain, leather, strapped riding with a eagle in the desert its the Mac almighty, Andre Hicks and aint a punk rock bitch that i cant get and nigga I cant trip on making nothing but my scrill and that iz real , like a iz pill and i will kill, put one to yo liver im a pimp nigga taking everything you give up flossing while you suckas is starving im eating crab and crust-striations with my nigga Messy Marvin From Letras Mania