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