Tha Relativez - f** Mack 10 lyrics

[BIG WY] Uh I'm really not a rapper man I don't know why these n***as be bumpin' their guns Just another spread of the hustle Streets forced me to do this sh** so f** it (say that, say that) [BIG WY] The preacer's at the alter Your time is gettin' smaller What I bring to you is like the weight of the rock of Gibralter (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***a watch me close You know what happens to bread when it's heated it turn to toast And when the crumbs crumble You wanna squash it and be humble All right meet me at the sherm smoke out at the park in the Jungles Keep "The Bottoms" out your mouth or get turned to a ghost I'll k** you ?? fall out and cry with your folks I gotta gangsterism track record To incriminating to be put on the tracks and We put on records We The Relativez (yeah) Plus Nuttz the Thief Break Break is the Taliban political voice in the streets You had CJ, The Comrads and Squeak-Ru Except for K-Mack your whole roster was harder than you You n***as is T.V You n***as don't believe in me (yeah) And I'mma dump like the real song you bought from G I'm a gangsterism over k** Pistol no holdster steel Bustin' out the G De Ville Buga behind the wheel n***a you ain't a gangsta you's a tattoos freak You ain't from Queen Street n***a you from Beat Street This sh** is deeper than Romeos and Croacker Sacks This for the life of real Bloods that lay it down on their track Who nickel and dimin', uh Blood you funny You went from CEO to a artist deal for Cash Money n***a you need a pacifier When it comes to rap you need to retire n***a you just rap behind my n***as practice rapid fire With these kings in Inglewood n***a you can't win The Relativez Mafia n***a, f** Mack 10 [SUGA BUGA] I - Will - Not - Lose Hoo-Bangin' That's what I've been tryin' to find out for the longest n***a who bangin' All this dis sh** is for the birds Listen here punk when I confronted you You started mumbling words Ain't nobody gon' save you n***a I'll die and go to hell before I let you dis me To make you 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'se a real sick dude And you just started wearing red When you left Ice Cube I thought it was a costume be the Blood for Halloween Bumpin' your gun so n***a watch the ?? You reminded me at CB4 Pay your warrants Catch you in the module Tie you to this toilet And when you run outta cheese you better stay O.T Cause we gutter n***as That promotes the B And you ain't too far too rich to get touched n***a the head up's over n***a your a** could get rushed Relativez Soo Woop - Soo Woop Soo Woop [BIG WY] n***as still bleed Some sh** is over your head Don't let your mouth get your a** misled n***as still bleed When it's a war who rollin' with you Cause when it's old we following through n***as still bleed What the f** you mean "Bang or Ball"? You lil' b**h you never banged at all n***as still bleed Watch yourself or get your family took Cause we could both pull murders make the motherf**in' beef cook