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we ain't done yet - mausberg lyrics

(feat. dresta)

[mausberg:]
yo yo n-gg-, where they at now?
[dresta:]
where they at?
[mausberg:]
black tec n-gg-
[dresta:]
i don’t see ’em berg
[mausberg:]
the young hogs, n-gg-

[mausberg]
y’all n-gg-s ain’t ready for berg to drop bomb
blowin’ your block up and i’m hot like napalm
crumble yo wack sh-t then i mash with my sceptor
hollywood n-gg-s i’m ready to chin check ya
yo the berg is on some different type sh-t
gangsta trey packin’ the all black pistol grip
my n-gg-s be on some ill sh-t
graduated from g-ngb-ngin’ now we killin’ over real sh-t
south pacific, the place that they terrified of
black tec gangstas, low lights and real thugs
my dogs bit the hoes, ready for war
brigade of young n-gg-s wit’ calicos and .44’s
but them wack n-gg-s claim they bring pain
you cowards better stick to bein’ hard in the rap game
‘cuz on the streets i’m the don-mega
a rider from killer cali and i’m sayin’ f-ck whateva

[chorus:]
how can you roll in california
with all that disrespect and not get wet?
this compton, cali where the saga begun
and motherf-cker we ain’t done yet
how can you roll with all that disrespect
in california and not get wet?
this compton, cali where the saga begun
and motherf-cker we ain’t done yet

[dresta]
i’m goin’ out on the first rapper blabbin’ at the mouth
and if you try to hide from me n-gg-,
i’m gafflin’ your spouse (come here b-tch)
you cannot run from what has been done from day one
my words spread like plague and tread like lead in the wind
so holla holla if you really got a problem
meet the problem solver, chrome .44 revovler
in fact i’m packin’ my strap this very minute
usin’ 2pac image, i’m feenin’ 100 pecent to blaow
yo style is blaow-ted, n-gg-s thinkin’ you wild
i know you thinkin’ f-ck dresta, but never thinkin’ out loud
you little b-tch -ss wannabe thug with baby muscles
me and mausberg gonna muscle you bustas outta your hustle
compton, california is original,
most popular thugged-out nation where riders never vacation
i stay packin’ the floor thinkin’ of more ways to gaffle your b-tch up and spit you down in four ways

[chorus]

[mausberg]
i’m still sayin’ f-ck y’all, realest until i fall
pistol packin’ car jackin’ rider ’til i back on some extreme sh-t
leavin’ the car full of rappers leakin’
got my fly on, so f-ck them old people peekin’
i’m tired of rap n-gg-s goin’ hollywood
and running off at the mouth and wanna kick it like its all good
i’m the superior, super sp-ced-out on cloud nine
hash and mushrooms got a n-gg- mind
and ain’t no tellin’ when i might go pop
fifty cal layin’ n-gg-s down, only one shot
my book is full of heavy hitters
thrashers and ready to mash ya on commadn on maus master
y’all n-gg-s don’t want no contact with me
three and fifty pounds sweepin’ n-gg-s off they feet
i’ma ht ya like vehicular manslaughter
underground, but we prefer to call it underwater

[chorus x2]

- mausberg lyrics

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