Believe all what you see, and 50% of these tapes 
Cause half these rap niggas is fake 
Cousin we bang hard even behind bars 
With c.o's and guards, my niggas run the yard 
They knocking' 
Messy Marv, cause the dope so clean 415, 
B.G.F, crips, and 14 
I'm a top hat rap cat you niggas locals 
And couldn't recognize the game with bi-locals 
I'm big shit and operation by a coastle 
And the mob woke up when we suppose to 
Keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke 
Keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke 
Ain't no jobs niggas so we forced to sale dope 
And roll with all gold and chrome on one spoke 
I hit yo house party jeweled and bandana 
I'm from the 
Cartel the real 
Tony's Montana's 
We put drums and bananas on is real 
Hood nut niggas spencing on e pills 
I could see the niggas head bitch had him 
So I let the 50 cal get with him 
I keep it real 
I don't rap about fake shit 
It's California man we draw down and take shit 
I don't rap about fake shit this 
California man we draw down and take shit [Mac Dre] 
Hoop out the coo-nut, change over to the range rover 
Mouth full of diamonds spitting like a flame thrower 
I ain't sober 
I'm ripped and tilted 
Half of it the remi but nigga 
I killed it 
Damn near spilt it on my encey cloths 
It's the cutthoat committiee punk we play hoes 20 inch doe, wood grain, leather, strapped riding 
With a eagle in the desert 
It's the Mac almighty, 
Andre Hicks 
And ain't a punk rock bitch that 
I can't get 
And nigga 
I can't trip on making nothing but my scrill 
And that is real, like a is pill 
And I will kill, put one to yo liver 
I'm a pimp nigga taking everything you give up 
Flossing while you suckas is starving 
I'm eating crab and crust-striations 
With my nigga 
Messy Marvin