Iz Real

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

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