Phil Armstrong - Mac Stabber lyrics

Un-f**in-believable Mac stabbas Smile in your face Stab you in the back Mac stabbas It's time to pull the sheets off these n***as main You heard? I done heard yo' tape, Mac; that sh** is wack Why the f** you sellin' that? You need to go back to sellin' crack Take it from a n***a that done been to hell and back Oh yeah, I forgot, you ain't sold a god damn crumb You's a studio gangsta, chump Where the f** you from? No love for the n***as that done laced your muthaf**in boots n***as that slaved, went to the grave for you n***as that ain't scared to shoot You Gilligan a** n***a, I remember I was makin' your promos Now you want to diss your real folks and chop it up with them h*mos Like that n***a Khayree, you let that sissy cross game? Salt me up usin' your name? I guess it's just a ho thang Y'all n***as k**in' me, with all that gay sh** All y'all n***as came up, f** that Mac Dre sh** Mark Mall, you need to be f**ed up the bootyhole Knowin' the first time you touched the mic was in my studio You n***as 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 b**hmade n***a gets no love from a real G Cuddies from the 3 C's, I know you feel me I should have known when I came home somethin' was wrong Your own crew tried to have your dome And just left that sh** alone Now you wanna f** with a cutthroat n***a that been doin dirt Since creased 5-0-1's, Chuck Taylors and them Izod shirts Them 5-trey-5 n***as don't like you Don't believe it, hop in your Jaguar, n***a, and slide through You'll be lucky to leave the ghetto with just a leakin' lip You feelin' froggish I'm feelin' hoggish, boy, we can slip In granny backyard, then when you act hard I'm a treat you like a Mac b**h, Young Mac Mark Young Black Brothas Records is a goddamn flop Khayree needed to stop way back when his a** got dropped From that major label, n***a had a major stable But he shot himself in the head, boy, and the blow was fatal God don't like ugly, boy, ask yo mama Now everywhere you trav' you better have Usalama Mac Mall gets no love, ask my n***a Dubee He shook us for videos and pretty hoes and left us out his movie That n***a left me for dead when I was doin' time in jail Couldn't shoot a n***a nathan when he was havin' major mail You's a back stabba or should I say a Mac stabba Well, here's some Mac magic, n***a...abra cadabra I just turned your a** into an official b**h f** you and your cousin Gilla, dirty snitch That fool got real n***as never comin' home And that's the type of sh** n***as like you condone I used to have love for ya, I used to bust with ya But now you done crossed game, n***a, I can't f** with ya