Mac Stabber - Mac Dre

Un-fuckin-believable

Mac stabbas

Smile in your face

Stab you in the back

Mac stabbas

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

You heard?

I done heard yo' 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 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 fuck you from?

No love for the niggas that done laced your muthafuckin boots

Niggas that slaved, went to the grave for you

Niggas that ain’t scared to shoot

You Gilligan ass nigga, I remember 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?

I guess it’s just a ho 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 bootyhole

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 bitchmade nigga 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 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, hop in your Jaguar, nigga, 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 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, nigga 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 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

You’s a back stabba or should I say a Mac stabba

Well, here’s 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 you done crossed game, nigga, I can’t fuck with ya