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non-fiction - mausberg lyrics

[mausberg]
aiyo sax dog, let’s break they backs my n-gg-
n-gg- y’all ain’t ready for non-fic
real n-gg-s grab yo d-ck and let ’em know that we ain’t with the bullsh-t
real n-gg-s on the rise
and when i get to bustin’ yo eyes with the bomb, don’t be surprised
black tec affiliate, rider with high spirits
any track presented, prepare for me to kill it (realism)
realism, blowin’ a l of the bomb-ism
mausberg be in the lab with the eel-ism
who wanna test me? bring it to the streets dog
lyrical vet optional ‘cuz i’m a real hog
i’m from the streets and we don’t take that sh-t
black fist to your grill on some bust-your-lip sh-t
i take it personal
money, murder, and business
i’m a h-ll of a shot, i put a slug in your eye lenses
don’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 filthy
names have been changed to protect tecs who guilty
we on the main line, duckin’ one-time when it’s crunch time
feel the wrath of a gauge, if you touch mine
(six million)
yo, real n-gg-s, real sh-t, true story
we want the money, f-ck the fame and the glory
(mausberg)
we on the main line, duckin’ one-time when it’s crunch time
feel the wrath of my gauge, if you touch mine

[squeek]
kaboom! make room as i consume the tune
we mashin’ like mack trucks through sand dunes
n-gg-s in this rap game is doomed, give ’em pink slips
you’s a actor, character, cartoon
i’m rollin’ with the realest
chicks wave your hands and n-gg-s pop your fists if you mothef-ckers feel this
the home of the scandalous, where you ride or die
n-gg- f-ck the scrilla, south central los angeles
f-ck the fame and the glory
we ain’t got sh-t to prove fool, these are non-fiction stories
gunshot wounds so deep like battle scars
g-ngb-ng affiliated like behind bars
givin’ a toss to all those that die
sunday nights, g’d up in yo ride
deletin’ the aliases of a few
got me plaedin’ the fifth, these stories are true

[chorus]

[mausberg]
i represent the block where they pop-lock
pack glocks with red dots and takin’ over your spot
the berg the black villain
killin’ for the respect of the gang
bang only for the money, i ain’t f-ckin’ with no chump change
respect a n-gg- when you see me rued up (rued up)
and same thing for sax when blewed up
black tec casino, dog we be the illest
west coast gangster sh-t, we be the realest
kill ’em all dog
y’all n-gg-s making me mad
the sh-t you comin’ with, we done re-flipped and been had
got the talents of nostradamus
predict n-gg-s would bite it
now you lyin’ and denyin’ it, stop tryin’ it
i’m on some dub-s gangster sh-t
n-gg-s showin’ they true colors and get dealt with
from the bottom to the top, two hit rocks
never hollywood
bringin’ the drama to your nearest neighborhood, yeah….

- mausberg lyrics

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