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mac dre - mac stabber lyrics

un-f-ckin-believable
mac stabbas
smile in your face
stab you in the back
mac stabbas
it’s time to pull the sheets off these n-gg-s main
you heard?

i done heard you tape mac
that sh-t is wack
why the f-ck you sellin’ that?
you need to go back to sellin’ crack
take it from a n-gg- that been from h-ll and back
oh yeah, i forgot
you ain’t sold a god d-mn crumb
you’s a studio gangsta chump
where the f-ck you from?
no love for the n-gg-s that done laced your m-th-f-kin’ boots
n-gg-s that slave went to the grave for ya
n-gg-s that ain’t scared to shoot
giligan -ss n-gg- i remeber i was makin’ your promos
now you want to diss your real folks and chop it up with these h-m-s
like that n-gg- khayree you let that sissy cross game
sock me up usin’ your name
guess it’s just a hoe thang
y’all n-gg-s killin’ me
with all that gay sh-t
all y’all n-gg-s came up
f-ck that mac dre sh-t
mark mall you need to be f-cked up the booty hole
knowin’ the first time you touched the mic it was in my studio
you n-gg-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 b-tch made n-gg- 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 sh-t alone
now you wanna f-ck with a cut throat n-gg- that been doin dirt
since creased 5-0-1’s, chuck taylors and them izod shirts
them 5-trey-5 n-gg-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 b-tch
young mac mark
young black brothas records is a godd-mn flop
khayree needed to stop
way back when his -ss got dropped
from that major label
that n-gg- 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 n-gg- dubee
he shook us for videos and pretty hoes and went him out his movie
that n-gg- left me for dead when i was doin’ time in jail
couldn’t shoot a n-gg- nathan when he was havin’ major mail
he’s a back stabba
should i say a mac stabba
heres some mac magic n-gg- – abra cadabra
i just turned your -ss into an official b-tch
f-ck you and your cousin gilla- dirty snitch
that fool got real n-gg-s never comin’ home
and that’s the type of sh-t n-gg-s like you condone
i used to have love for ya
i used to bust with ya
but now that you’ve crossed game n-gg-
i can’t f-ck with ya

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