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tha relativez - fuck mack 10 lyrics

[big wy]
uh
i’m really not a rapper man
i don’t know why these n-ggas be bumpin’ their guns
just another spread of the hustle
streets forced me to do this sh-t so f-ck it (say that, say that)

[big wy]
the preacer’s at the alter
your time is gettin’ smaller
what i bring to you is like the weight of the rock of gibralter (say what?)
mr. inglewood blood you’s a godd-mn lie
cause the whole town confirmed you were scared of “na’guy”
break bread mafia – n-gga watch me close
you know what happens to bread when it’s heated it turn to toast
and when the crumbs crumble
you wanna squash it and be humble
all right meet me at the sherm smoke out at the park in the jungles
keep “the bottoms” out your mouth or get turned to a ghost
i’ll k!ll you ?? fall out and cry with your folks
i gotta gangsterism track record
to incriminating to be put on the tracks and
we put on records
we the relativez (yeah)
plus nuttz the thief
break break is the taliban political voice in the streets
you had cj, the comrads and squeak-ru
except for k-mack your whole roster was harder than you
you n-ggas is t.v
you n-ggas don’t believe in me (yeah)
and i’mma dump like the real song you bought from g
i’m a gangsterism over k!ll
pistol no holdster steel
bustin’ out the g de ville
buga behind the wheel
n-gga you ain’t a gangsta you’s a tattoos freak
you ain’t from queen street n-gga you from beat street
this sh-t is deeper than romeos and croacker sacks
this for the life of real bloods that lay it down on their track
who nickel and dimin’, uh blood you funny
you went from ceo to a artist deal for cash money
n-gga you need a pacifier
when it comes to rap you need to retire
n-gga you just rap behind my n-ggas practice rapid fire
with these kings in inglewood n-gga you can’t win
the relativez mafia n-gga, f-ck mack 10

[suga buga]
i – will – not – lose

hoo-bangin’
that’s what i’ve been tryin’ to find out for the longest n-gga who bangin’
all this dis sh-t is for the birds
listen here punk when i confronted you
you started mumbling words
ain’t n0body gon’ save you n-gga
i’ll die and go to h-ll before i let you dis me
to make you album sell
you done have three shots
“the recipe” flop
“paper route”, “bang or ball” flop
you like the lion
on the wizard of oz
and your wife she’s a bad baby, t-boz
and you don’t bust straps
you just bust raps
and you fight pitbulls you don’t push no crack
you’se a real sick dude
and you just started wearing red
when you left ice cube
i thought it was a costume be the blood for halloween
bumpin’ your gun so n-gga watch the ??
you reminded me at cb4
pay your warrants
catch you in the module
tie you to this toilet
and when you run outta cheese you better stay o.t
cause we gutter n-ggas
that promotes the b
and you ain’t too far too rich to get touched
n-gga the head up’s over n-gga your -ss could get rushed
relativez
soo woop – soo woop soo woop

[big wy]
n-ggas still bleed
some sh-t is over your head
don’t let your mouth get your -ss misled
n-ggas still bleed
when it’s a war who rollin’ with you
cause when it’s old we following through
n-ggas still bleed
what the f-ck you mean “bang or ball”?
you lil’ b-tch you never banged at all
n-ggas still bleed
watch yourself or get your family took
cause we could both pull murders make the motherf-ckin’ beef cook

- tha relativez lyrics

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