if it ain't real

feds and the atf

they try to clown

'cause we connected fillmore with the 3c's down

nigga

i gets around

mac dre

you know these niggas'll love to playa hate

but watch the glock bounce

rock and skate

through they cranium and travel to they mid-brain

more murder

more cocaine

that's the theme

came thicker than gold medal flour

y'all got the game mixed up

it's the money then the power

and these good-for-nothing bitches come along with the riches

and on your safe

that hoe is plottin' for the digits

y'all got it twisted

like mac mall

get some get right

and dump on that hoe

45 calico infrared light

the game ain't right

a fillmore nigga stick to the script

never trust a bitch with your sack

a cuddie around your scat

and sees this cat

from the f-i-double-l-m-o-iggidy

to the 7-0-siggidy

seff tha gaffla

san quinn and young miggidy

you niggas ain't feelin' me

my nigga coolio put me in the giggidy

from the sf-siggidy

to the v

if it ain't real it ain't riggidy

well it's the unda'dogg

with the shit that'll make you wonder

dog

how in the fuck he spit like this

well make way

'cause here comes a hog

see ain't no slackin' up in my stackin'

steadily mackin'

and i'm gettin' my propers on for makin' you up a proper song

and nevertheless

i'm smokin' my zest and drinkin' up on that tanqueray

or separators

that kahlua

milk and e&j

so what they say

they know who's keepin' it real

nigga

from the l.a. to the bay

from the crestside to the fill'

nigga

messy marv

seff tha gaffla and san quinn done did it

hooked up with mac dre and coolio

bustas can't get with it

come in on this mic

i spit it on this mic

i shitted on this mic

and keepin' it tight

if it ain't real it ain't right

man

i came way across the bay to do this shit with mac dre

fillmore

califor-ni-a

the place the gaffla stay

many dues i had to pay

several cats i had to slay

turned out a few shows

got sprayed with the pepper spray

everything is ok

my lifestyle brings me riches

me and mess in a lex

while the quinn pops the bitches

my cousin kelly on the phone with julio

damn

who made this beat? it's my nigga coolio

so do your duty

hoe; respect a nigga to the fullest

every time we walk through

all you wanna do is pull us

so what you think? do you bitches have some time?

better yet

do you hoes have a dime?

bein' broke is a grind

that's why we all comin' tight

bitches keep your shit tight; if it ain't real it ain't right

it's your crestside potna in this bitch off the heezy

doin' what i do

stayin' true to the 3c's

which is we evaded d's

makin' g's

takin' these

livin' experiences

such as shakin' ki's

breakin' these bitches in a vicious fashion

the name is naked

respect it or get a lashin'

i'm back and forth from the studio to the dope track

so when i grab the mic

why should i hold back?

i sold crack

way before they called it yay

done been to prison

now i'm back with my boy mac dre

stackin' pay as i say my say and do my dues

an actual factual muthafucka

i thought you knew

it never stop

it never quit

so represent my residence

to the highest

we the flyest muthafuckas since united

not divided but unified

retaliate to the murder

i

hope they let kill it when i be feelin' what's inside my ass

quick to blast

slow to speak

we can grip or chunk 'em

heated discussions always lead to somethin' that might be dumpin'

pumpin' raw 'caine to the veins without a flaw

i answer y'all so profane how i came to your fuckin' jaw

haters can't get around me

i sport that sucka repellent

from a mile away

i spot a sucka smellin' like he jealous

well of us goodfellas

we only goodfellas

the hotelers will forever be drug sellers and dank smokers

too ferocious to approach in the wrong fashion

we mashin'

assassins

a silence with violence

is life

bitches get macked

riches get stacked

since i'm on the track

i say the true facts

from the bay to montego

servin' this game to my people

that's lethal

you know how we do

nigga

on your marks

get set

you suckas better get ready

i'm steppin' out your dreams like a nigga named freddy

krueger

the name rhymes with 9-millimeter luger

and fuckin' with mine

punk nigga

i'll do ya

3c's down is where i chill at

get my scrill at

stay real at

and every day i get scratch

it's like an itch

and i'm addicted

so lord could you please help me get this

monkey off my back before i gets my gat

put it to your dome

and dare you to talk back

ain't no slackin' on my pimpin'

bitch

don't put up a fight

a nigga gots to come tight

if it ain't real it ain't right

it's the mac named dre from the c-r-e-s-t

gettin' dough with my folks from the 'moe

young messy

marv and we starvin' for more dollars

so we pimps a bitch and get hoe dollars

see

i love to floss but keep it real though

droppin' sauce with boss playas from fillmore

now pay close attention as i put this script down

and rap about these suckas and these bitches they kick down

i'm mac dre

and i'm hooked with the romp crew

and getting' filthy rich off a bitch is what romp do

playa haters hate to see a young brotha ridin'

from the other side

you hear 'run

brotha

hide'

'cause i be servin' muthafuckas with this double-r press game

a goddamn savage comin' straight out the crest

mayne

3c soldier double-r for life

and if it ain't real

cuddie

you know it ain't right