Mac Dre - Mac Stabber lyrics

Un-fuckin-believable

Mac stabbas

Smile in your face

Stab you in the back

Mac stabbas

Ya

It's time to pull the sheets off these niggas main

You heard?

I done heard you tape Mac

That shit is wack

Why the fuck you sellin' that?

You need to go back to sellin' crack

Take it from a nigga that been from hell and back

Oh yeah, I forgot

You ain't sold a god damn crumb

You's a studio gangsta chump

Where the fuck you from?

No love for the niggas that done laced your muthafukin' boots

Niggas that slave went to the grave for ya

Niggas that ain't scared to shoot

You Giligan ass nigga I remeber I was makin' your promos

Now you want to diss your real folks and chop it up with them homos

Like that nigga Khayree you let that sissy cross game

*Salt* me up usin' your name

Guess it's just a hoe thang

Y'all niggas killin' me

With all that gay shit

All y'all niggas came up

Fuck that Mac Dre shit

Mark Mall you need to be fucked up the booty hole

Knowin' the first time you touched the mic was in my studio

You niggas 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 bitch made nigga 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 shit alone

Now you wanna fuck with a cutthroat nigga that been doin dirt

Since creased 5-0-1's, Chuck Taylors and them Izod shirts

Them 5-trey-5 niggas 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 frogish 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 Bitch

Young Mac Mark

Young Black Brothas Records is a goddamn flop

Khayree needed to stop

Way back when his ass got dropped

From that major label

That nigga had a major stable

But he shot himself in the head boy

And 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 nigga Dubee

He shook us for videos and pretty hoes and left us out his movie

That nigga left me for dead when I was doin' time in jail

Couldn't shoot a nigga nathan when he was havin' major mail

He's a back stabba

or Should I say a Mac stabba

Heres some Mac magic nigga - abra cadabra

I just turned your ass into an official bitch

Fuck you and your cousin Gilla- dirty snitch

That fool got real niggas never comin' home

And that's the type of shit niggas like you condone

I used to have love for ya

I used to bust with ya

But now that you've crossed game nigga

I can't fuck with ya

Thanks to Dennis Johnson for these lyrics