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Shut Up
Yo it's a
lotta niggas banging the
realest that ain't worth it You being fake You're fucking with Mausberg the
Great The
king of the
block Licking hot shots to keep the
pesticides off my jock Well if it's on then it's on I'm busting with the
black and the
chrome Black tech gangsta, platinum crowns on my dome You wanna rumble, chuck em around with the
superb Come up show, chain toking all your herb I'm'a [?] this nigga with [?] in the
game And this bullet goes out to niggas biting my name Thought it was subliminal, but real doggs recognize them thangs That's why your chronic bout to change the
game Certified bet, before my album even pop And fucking with Quik, that's certified platinum when I
drop And I'm calling out competitors, letting you know If you fuck with the
Berg I
gun ya down fo sho [CHORUS x2] Shut up, nigga You're fucking with my name 'stead of my game Fucking with my fame Shut up nigga And mind your own Before you can't find your own Ey yo I
keep a
full metal jacket The
opposite of a
bad habit Medicating niggas who start static It's on now, jet line suits and war boots Marine green canteen [?] and lime juice Mausberg the
superior You never heard of a
more [?] nigga coming out the
urban area Fake, fraud, and fictitious Like som parsley in a
Ziploc bag I
got the
crown fool, it ain't for grabs I
run through the
biggest packs of niggas With my fists cocked back, and ready for combat And hit ya, with six blows to ya cranium I'm the
dime nigga Fuck this rap hunch niggas, I'm gaining em It's the
Y2K, but the
glitch is in this bitch niggas Don't want to ride with they own kinda niggas Me and Quik bout to take it to the
limit Erasing all coward ass punks and gimmicks We the
realest for real [Chorus x2] I'm still sporting gray jeans with the
black and white Polo's With the
chucks cut lo do's Niggas thought that I
was going Hollywood After rhythmalism But all that taught me was to keep it realism Give a
pound to my real thugs Use a
jimmy when I
fuck a
bitch Stay away from unknown drugs But unlike y'all, bitch made, don't know where you from Lying on your records about niggas you done Fuck what happened to Cavaricci jeans and backpacks Where you get them khakis and that dog patch You ain't no gangsta You only get in to fit in Take yo ass to the
circus with your family and friends Cuz i'm too rough, too [?], too rugged for y'all kind And I
gotta keep them cowards from crossing the
red line Pointe blank, niggas'll do whatcha do But keep in mind when you come across the
Berg you're through [Chorus x3]
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