f*ck Mack 10 lyrics

[BIG WY]
Uh
I'm really not a rapper, man
I don't know why these n*ggas be bumpin' their gums
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 preacher's at the altar
Your time is gettin' smaller
What I bring to you is like the weight of the rock of Gibraltar (Say what?)
Mr. Inglewood, Blood, you's a goddamn lie
'Cause the whole town confirmed you were scared of "NA'GUY"
Break Bread Mafia, n*gga, watch me close
You know what happen to bread when it's heated, it turn to toast
And when the crumbs crumble (What?)
You wanna squash it and be humble (You wanna squash it?)
All right meet me at the sherm smoke out at the park at the Jungles
Keep "The Bottoms" out your mouth or get turned to a ghost
I'll kill you and fall out and cry with your folks
I got a gangsterism track record
To incriminating to be put on the tracks and
We puttin' out records (Say what?)
We The Relativez (yeah)
Plus Nuttz the Thief
Break Break is the Taliban, political voice of 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 kill
Pistol no holdster steel
Bustin' out the G DeVille
Buga behind the wheel
n*gga, you ain't a gangsta, you's a tattoo freak
You ain't from Queen Street, n*gga, you from Beat Street
This sh*t is deeper than Romeos and croker sacks
This for the life 'cause real Bloods that lay it down on their track
Who nickel and dimin', huh, 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 the kings of Inglewood, n*gga, you can't win
The Relativez Mafia, n*gga, f*ck Mack 10
[SUGA BUGA]
I - Will - Not - Lose

[SUGA BUGA]
Hoo-bangin'
That's what I've been tryna find out for the longest, n*gga, who bangin'
All this diss sh*t is for the birds
Listen here, punk, when I confronted you
You started mumbling words
Ain't nobody gon' save you, n*gga
I'll die and go to hell before I let you diss me
To make your 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's a real sick, dude
And you just started wearin' red
When you left Ice Cube
I thought it was a costume, bein' a Blood for Halloween
Bumpin' your gum so, n*gga, watch the car beam?
You reminded me of CB4
Pay your warrants
Catch you in the module
Tie you to the 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 heads up's over, n*gga, your ass could get rushed
Relativez
Su Woop - Su Woop - Su Woop!
[BIG WY]
n*ggas still bleed
Some sh*t is over your head
Don't let your mouth get your ass 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