Iz Real-Mac Dre/Messy Marv

Iz Real (Ft. Messy Marv) - Mac Dre [Messy Marv] Believe all what you see, and 50% of these tapes cuz 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, cuz the d**e so clean 415, B.G.F, crips, and 14 im a top hat rap cat you niggas locals and couldn't recognize the game with bi-locals im big sh*t and operation by a coastle and the mob woke up when we suppose to keep a b**ch broke, keep a keep a b**ch broke keep a b**ch broke, keep a keep a b**ch broke aint no jobs niggas so we forced to sale d**e and roll with all gold and chrome on one spoke I hit yo house party jeweled and bandana im from the Cartel the real Tony's Montana's we put drums and bananas on iz real hood nut niggas spencing on e pills i could see the niggas head b**ch had him so i let the 50 cal get with him I keep it real I don't rap about fake sh*t its California man we draw down and take sh*t I don't rap about fake sh*t this California man we draw down and take sh*t [Mac Dre] Hop out the cougnut, change over to the range rover mouth full of diamonds spitting like a flame thrower I aint sober im ripped tilted had a half of remi but ni**a i killed it damn near spilt it on my encye clothes its the cutthoat committiee punk we play hoes 20 inch dubs, wood grain, leather, strapped riding with an eagle in the desert its the Mac almighty, Andre Hicks and aint a punk rock b**ch that i cant get and ni**a I cant trip off nathan but my scrill and that iz real , like a thiz pill and i will kill, put one in ya liver im a pimp ni**a taking every penny you give her flossing while you suckas is starving eating crabs and crustaceans with my ni**a Messy Marv and them