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MAC DRE lyrics : "Mac Stabber"

Un-$#&@in-believable
Mac stabbas
Smile in your face

Stab you in the back
Mac stabbas
It's time to pull the sheets off these ^!$$%s main

You heard?

I done heard you tape Mac

That %#@! is wack
Why the $#&@ you sellin' that?
You need to go back to sellin' crack

Take it from a ^!$$% 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 $#&@ you from?
No love for the ^!$$%s that done laced your mutha!@*@in' boots

^!$$%s that slave went to the grave for ya
^!$$%s that ain't scared to shoot
Giligan $$# ^!$$% I remeber I was makin' your promos

Now you want to diss your real folks and chop it up with these homos
Like that ^!$$% Khayree you let that sissy cross game
Sock me up usin' your name

Guess it's just a hoe thang
Y'all ^!$$%s killin' me
With all that gay %#@!

All y'all ^!$$%s came up
$#&@ that Mac Dre %#@!
Mark Mall you need to be $#&@ed up the booty hole

Knowin' the first time you touched the mic it was in my studio
You ^!$$%s 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 (*##$ made ^!$$% 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 %#@! alone
Now you wanna $#&@ with a cut throat ^!$$% that been doin dirt

Since creased 5-0-1's, Chuck Taylors and them Izod shirts
Them 5-trey-5 ^!$$%s 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 (*##$
Young Mac Mark

Young Black Brothas Records is a !@#$ flop
Khayree needed to stop
Way back when his $$# got dropped

From that major label
That ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% Dubee
He shook us for videos and pretty hoes and went him out his movie

That ^!$$% left me for dead when I was doin' time in jail
Couldn't shoot a ^!$$% nathan when he was havin' major mail
He's a back stabba

Should I say a Mac stabba
Heres some Mac magic ^!$$% - abra cadabra
I just turned your $$# into an official (*##$

$#&@ you and your cousin Gilla- dirty snitch
That fool got real ^!$$%s never comin' home
And that's the type of %#@! ^!$$%s like you condone

I used to have love for ya
I used to bust with ya
But now that you've crossed game ^!$$%

I can't $#&@ with ya

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