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Текст песни Mausberg f Squeek and Six Million - Non Fiction

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[Mausberg]Aiyo Sax dog, let`s break they backs my niggaNigga y`all ain`t ready for Non-FicReal niggas grab yo dick and let `em know that we ain`t with the bullshitReal niggas on the riseAnd when I get to bustin` yo eyes with the bomb, don`t be surprisedBlack Tec affiliate, rider with high spiritsAny track presented, prepare for me to kill it (realism)Realism, blowin` a L of the bomb-ismMausberg be in the lab with the Eel-ismWho wanna test me? Bring it to the streets dogLyrical vet optional `cuz I`m a real hogI`m from the streets and we don`t take that shitBlack fist to your grill on some bust-your-lip shitI take it personalMoney, murder, and businessI`m a hell of a shot, I put a slug in your eye lensesDon`t get me twisted with these rap punks I`ma ride, pump and I dump and leave ya body in the trunk Chorus:(Mausberg)Non-Fiction, real wired G`s keepin` it filthyNames have been changed to protect Tecs who guiltyWe on the main line, duckin` one-time when it`s crunch timeFeel the wrath of a gauge, if you touch mine(Six Million)Yo, real niggas, real shit, true storyWe want the money, fuck the fame and the glory(Mausberg)We on the main line, duckin` one-time when it`s crunch timeFeel the wrath of my gauge, if you touch mine [Squeek]KABOOM! Make room as I consume the tuneWe mashin` like Mack trucks through sand dunesNiggas in this rap game is doomed, give `em pink slipsYou`s a actor, character, cartoonI`m rollin` with the realestChicks wave your hands and niggas pop your fists if you mothefuckers feel thisThe home of the scandalous, where you ride or dieNigga fuck the scrilla, South Central Los AngelesFuck the fame and the gloryWe ain`t got shit to prove fool, these are Non-Fiction storiesGunshot wounds so deep like battle scarsGangbang affiliated like behind barsGivin` a toss to all those that dieSunday nights, G`d up in yo rideDeletin` the aliases of a fewGot me plaedin` the fifth, these stories are true Chorus [Mausberg]I represent the block where they pop-lockPack glocks with red dots and takin` over your spotThe Berg the black villainKillin` for the respect of the gangBang only for the money, I ain`t fuckin` with no chump changeRespect a nigga when you see me rued up (rued up)And same thing for Sax when blewed upBlack Tec casino, dog we be the illestWest coast gangster shit, we be the realestKill `em all dogY`all niggas making me madThe shit you comin` with, we done re-flipped and been hadGot the talents of NostradamusPredict niggas would bite itNow you lyin` and denyin` it, stop tryin` itI`m on some Dub-S gangster shitNiggas showin` they true colors and get dealt withFrom the bottom to the top, two hit rocks Never HollywoodBringin` the drama to your nearest neighborhood, yeah....

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