Non-Fiction (feat. Squeek & Six Million)

(feat. Squeek & Six Million) [Mausberg] Aiyo Sax dog, let's break they backs my nigga Nigga y'all ain't ready for Non-Fic Real niggas grab yo dick and let 'em know that we ain't with the bullshit Real niggas 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 shit Black fist to your grill on some bust-your-lip shit I take it personal Money, murder, and business I'm a hell 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 niggas, real shit, true story We want the money, fuck 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 Niggas 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 niggas pop your fists if you mothefuckers feel this The home of the scandalous, where you ride or die Nigga fuck the scrilla, South Central Los Angeles Fuck the fame and the glory We ain't got shit to prove fool, these are Non-Fiction stories Gunshot wounds so deep like battle scars Gangbang 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 fuckin' with no chump change Respect a nigga 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 shit, we be the realest Kill 'em all dog Y'all niggas making me mad The shit you comin' with, we done re-flipped and been had Got the talents of Nostradamus Predict niggas would bite it Now you lyin' and denyin' it, stop tryin' it I'm on some Dub-S gangster shit Niggas 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....